Where has the time gone? I go through periods when i can’t face the keyboard, my thoughts, the world. I doubt my worth and convince myself that i shouldn’t waste space on the internet with my words and photos. I make myself appear all artsy, and whimsical online, but in real life i sit in a cubicle all day, do my chores and go to bed most days. Nothing artsy or whimsical going on here folks.
But when i go back and read random old posts, i realize what’s here is exactly who I am. Writing here helps me connect with that person when i feel so far away from her. I can go back in time and revisit my happiest, saddest and most whimsical moments any time i want to. The time i spend doing what i love is rare and fleeting, but in those moments i have hope… hope that someday i will live as the me that i am. True North. Someday. Before my time is up.
I recently said goodbye to a very fine man, who really made the most of his time in this world. He was on this earth for a very long time, and he touched so many people… did so much good. I wish i got to know him better. My husband, this man’s grandson and namesake, was recently given some boxes of his old papers… a glimpse of the people he touched, the work that he did. Old letters when stamps were 15 cents. Old documents created before computer was even a word. He painstakingly gathered and documented his family tree, rivaling anything you could find on Ancenstry.com. I look forward to learning more about this man as we delicately explore the treasures he left behind.
I hope we will find that he lived his True North.
We are so grateful for the time we had you with us, Pop.
“A thousand times we die in one life. We crumble, break and tear apart until the layers of illusion are burned away and all that is left, is the truth of who and what we really are”