yesterday, today, tomorrow
I often puzzle over being at the cusp of three eternities:
the present, the past, the future,
the past is increasingly with me,
as I've often said:
"The view out my rear-view mirror
has for more in it than what's out my front window."
I seek out the stories of the First Peoples,
how they dealt with the eternities
before them, behind them, after them, all about them,
I wonder at those of European ancestry
who came upon this mountain world and made it theirs,
at least in their own minds
and in their heavy hands upon the land,
this week boxes and piles of paper and picture
have absorbed us into what they express of roads earlier taken,
many are the pages ready to be abandoned to recycling,
yet wonderful treasures also surface:
glimpses of the effort, the richness, the summiting
of our family when they made the most of their moments,
we have worked hard these last weeks
to organize the Cabin on the Creek
so that books and photos can open doors for visitors,
for us the process of sorting, evaluating,
culling, saving, just considering,
makes us even more appreciate
how to be informed by what was
so that we can know more fully what is,
and open ourselves to how amazing
that what might be, might be.
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