Tomorrow Talya, my 7 year old, starts another school year after a wonderful routineless 6-and-a-half-week summer break. I feel as though we are about to board a rollercoaster that will take us on a rollicking ride of highs and lows, twists and turns until we finally step off, shaken and breathless ready to get back on the Christmas merry-go-round once again.
There is a poem by Henry Austin Dobson which says,
"Time goes, you say? Ah no!
Alas, time stays, we go."
We go when we choose not to be here now; when we choose to lose ourselves in the mad rush that is modern life; when we allow ourselves to miss out on what is happening right under our noses because we are so caught up in worrying about what tomorrow might bring.
So since stopping the clock is not an option, my hope for this year is that we will remember to
Is there any other way to truly live?