The future starts today, not tomorrow.
Pope John Paul II
I am struck by how the definition of Future changes as I have gotten old. Once when I thought of future, it stretched far out ahead of me with often very challenging set points that needed daily, weekly, monthly, yearly, decades of focused attention. Future was synonymous with responsibilities to family, jobs, children, bills, elder care, community ….a very long ever expanding list that stretched many years forward.
Now, Future is what happens today, next week, maybe next year, with a keen knowledge that though I am healthy, fit, and full of energy, I have used up the majority of my years in this particular physical body. Clueless if any part of me transcends this lifetime, or where that spark, essence, spirit part of me will go if it goes anywhere. I’m hoping for some ancient olive tree, or grapevine, maybe the woods between Amalfi and Pontone. Could be Heaven, could be a Redwood Tree in Northern California, …I am leaning towards trees, but would accept a pair of sturdy angel wings.
The pressure is off when it comes to contemplating Future. I focus on the details of this day. As ornate and detailed as this angel’s wings. I believe this savoring of time at the end of a life is true for everyone. My future today includes some housework, a hike, a long distance phone conversation with a dear friend, and listening while my daughter speaks her truth, and creating this post.
This post is in response to WordPress Friday Photo: Ornate And WordPress Daily Prompt: Six of One, Half Dozen of The Other- What does Future look like to you?
I’d like to say the photos are self portraits, as I really did see this woman in the mirror this morning. I recognized her immediately. An angel statuary I had photographed in Sorrento Italy.
Have a great weekend everyone!