the present is a gift

The Castle

It's the fabulous castle of Now.
You can walk in and wander about,
But it's so very thin,
Once you are, then you've been---
And soon as you're in, you're out.

-Shel Silverstein




I've been contemplating the moments: how I can never hold on to one long enough to feel it, way down in my center, in the meaty core of my bones. The days pile up in succession without seeming to make a mark. It was just Monday a week ago and here it is again---- no, it's gone. And with it, another day. Another cluster of memories go uncataloged.

So it goes, letting days pass without a peep on the blog. This space is dusty, forelorn.

Not for long, not forever.