Washed Downstream

photo by Josh Scholten

“Last forever!’ Who hasn’t prayed that prayer? You were lucky to get it in the first place. The present is a freely given canvas. That it is constantly being ripped apart and washed downstream goes without saying.”
― Annie Dillard, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek

Of course there are days that I wish could go on forever. The weather is perfect, there is the fragrance of apple blossoms in the air, the garden growing, the grass all mowed, the feeling of lightness of being, a family together and enjoying each others’ company, a day of worship and gladness within the church. Who wouldn’t want it to continue unstopped and unchanged, just as it is?

But it is a momentary gift on an ever-moving timeline, as status quo transforms with each clock tick. There is no holding on to this present moment for safekeeping. It must be greeted with a loving embrace that then lets go, today slipping away downstream as a new present replaces it.

All those blended moments ultimately gather together in an ocean of remembrance, lasting forever, as memories do, forever lasting.