Of Time

I have done it. In March I got an unconditional offer to City University to study Speech and Language Therapy starting from September. Work is no more, and the journey to this moment has flown by, yet it has also felt painfully slow. Passage of time, what a quirky phenomenon. 

I'm sitting on the summer cottage veranda in Finland drinking coffee and feeling too restless to occupy myself with reading, the original intended pastime.  It is starting to get much cooler now that we have reached the latter part of August, but I don't mind the gentle chill whispering autumn on my fingers. I am armed with a thick shawl, and the deep stomach warming feeling of being home. A visit only, of course, but I am eternal here in this moment. And this one. And this... Seconds cease, but life stays abundant. 

I'm watching the lake. It is incredibly calm after several days of high winds and loud waves. I'm listening to the non-silence. The call of cranes echoes over the water. In ancient Finnish mythology, the crane holds up the vault of the sky. The firmament. The call is considered prophetic, and it evokes alertness, keenness of mind. I am trying to breathe in these auspicious sentiments in order to arm myself with good fortune, though I am also quietly aware of the call of the black-throated diver, a powerful witch bird, and the crows, messengers of misfortune. I am hoping their presence is warding off evil or unhappy events, which lurk in the shadows of the unknown future. Speeding ahead from one moment to next, not knowing what triumphs and disasters are eternally being drawn in the ether surrounding us. 

May the unknown be kind, and may the ticking of the clock bring comfort in the knowledge that nothing lasts, but, in space time, everything remains.