This month's pages have been a series about my Dad. I see progress, and know once his "Celebration service" is over I will be relieved. Waves will come and go, but love remains.
Waves; small ones, big ones, come & go.
Washing over me moving me forward’
I try not to resist, but to sit in the
water, willingly.
The Law of Time
This is the law of time:
for every hour we go on
there is an hour that slips behind,
so that for every bit of gain
there is equal loss.
In order to enter the future
we must relinquish the past.
