14.10.24 - Journeys

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It is a cliche, but each day is a journey through time. We begin it and we end - the day. This time round the sun - its rise and fall, the golden disc which brings us a semblance of starting and passing. It is strange that things do come to an end and yet, we human being have such an enduring sense of the eternal. How is it, that creatures - us - who are born, live and die, have such an acute sense of the thing which immortal? The ineffable. We sense the Hidden Ones which live in the land. We tell stories of them. We tell stories. What are stories but a bid for the ever lasting? Fairy tales, epics, something passed around, circulated, a gift... something which resonates.

As we journey we also try to find meaning. Isn't that strange? We make a huge deal of it too. A well lived life must have meaning at its core or it just becomes a mundane trudge through the journey. We sprinkle moments of magic - births, relationships, beautiful places. We are alchemists of time. Refining gold and immortality out of the everyday.

Perhaps that is the true alchemy, being able to change the lead of the everyday into the gold of memory. Each moment lost and found at the same time. That is the Philosopher's Stone - someone who is able to work upon the moment so that each moment is made into treasure. In which case, that is what I have done. With the boys. With my lovers. With friends. Each moment I struggled to make the most of that moment.

And now I know. I did the right thing. Nothing lasts - except the moment. And we take each moment and we live it in its entirety. That is magic.

That is blessing.

I have never had to live through true suffering. Not like Bisan from Gaza. Not like the Palestinians. Not true suffering. Not. But where I can I will speak up for people who do so. That is how I will use my voice.

Where I can I will do what I can for the children whom I teach. Where I can. In everything I do. My time with my sons has changed now, it is different. The meditation for birth is then - the journey. The alchemy of time. The ultimate alchemist? The sun. Turning the dark into light, seeping gold into our days. Speaking to our hearts. Forgiving sins, making the impossible possible. 

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