I keep forgetting I’m a Time Traveler. Forgetting that we’re all traveling through Time at various rates and speeds, willingly or unwillingly, sometimes in an orderly fashion, other times pell-mell. But traveling all the same. Never standing still (in time), never motionless (in time), always moving, moving, moving.
I know we live in Time, have calendars, seasons, birthdays. I see images of living beings captured in the Past and brought forward into the Present. I see the ravages of time. I see the passing of time. I see and I know, and yet I still keep forgetting.
Death and illness still come as a surprise! Like, how can this be? Like it was never meant to be this way…
These days people generally live longer than they ever have. Death used to swoop down, indiscriminately carrying off young and old, rich and poor. When did old age and death become strange and weird? I know when we leave the body we are only leaving behind a shell that has outgrown its use. But what I know and what I feel can often seem like two different things.
That is why I am taking another look at this watercolor I did back in 1990 of moons and stars and a shooting star. Stepping up into a greater reality. The heavens. The universe… To remind myself of a broader, more expansive view. Then, when I look down again, I see that death is only a transformation into another form (of life, of energy, of being).
And if, as some have said, time has speeded up, or seems to have speeded up of late, our hearts can only beat one beat at a time. So I shall put my focus on that too. Because no matter how fast or slow we are all traveling, as long as we can stay in the rhythm of the heart, and trust the heart, beat by beat, we’ll be alright ~