I've been pondering the longest day of the year. Tonight, in an empty house, following a work day that was less than satisfactory, I am thinking about the longest days I have known...literally and figuratively. My most memorable Summer Solstice was in 2002 in Banff, Canada, in the most beautiful place I could imagine. Where the sunset was at 11:00 (or nearly then). Where I saw my first Black and Grizzly bears in the wild. A family vacation that will never be surpassed. Sam was 5 and Harry Potter incarnate. Lydia was 9 and loved to organize us and any temporary home we resided in. Temporary is the norm. A Great thing when there is pain. Not-so-great when you love a certain temporary...like being a stay-at-home mom with a do-over opportunity to raise my kids. I wasn't that to Aaron, my first son, and I know we both missed out.
Kids grow...temporary.
Marriages end...temporary.
Jobs change...temporary.
Friends are the beautiful threads that weave in and out of the temporary...some unravel...some fade with time...some are comfortable like your favorite T-shirt...but temporary in the places in which we meet.
I am the constant in the change...the change in the temporary.
I am....NOT temporary. I am permanently ME.
Sometimes, like now, I wish that brought me more comfort than it does.
