I wrote this back in 2007...and wow. So much has changed, yet the landscape hasn't been altered enough for me to not recognize the writer, or remember where I was when I penned (typed?) this. 5 years have passed...the words still ring true~
"What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset."
- Crowfoot, (1811-1890)
a Native American warrior of the Blackfoot tribe.
I guess I'm pondering where the time goes...
But Perhaps the REAL question is, where does life go?
Behind us- stretched out forever like the highway in a rearview mirror, and before us...vast and expansive like the ocean or the desert.
If we were outside of time and space, as some think we will be one day, things would look differently to us.
Grief would not have the stonghold it now posesses.
Love would be grander- because, as I think about it, love is the one thing that will endure...will flourish~
I also think that love is planted while we live, and while we reap the benefits of love as we are living- I suspect the greater harvest comes even later.
I'm not sure how to explain this...except to say that at the ripe old age of 37 (stop laughing!)- I planted seeds long ago in the past- that bear a greater crop today than I ever imagined possible.
What if I hadn't taken the time to get to know that person? What if I hadn't apologized? What am I missing out on because I was an ass sometimes?
Life
Love
Friendship~
Pride
selfishness
emptiness~
The planting time is short.
The harvest, good or ill, is lasting. Love endures, and so does emptiness.
The flash of a firefly is beautiful and quick, but can be seen from quite a distance.
And if given a choice- I'd rather lose myself in a sunset than disappear into the dark.
Here's to life...and to love...and friends...and to not being an ass whenever possible.
:)
