It is often thought that time only goes in one direction, but I have learned, begrudgingly. That time is multi-directional.
I liken time to a bridge that can be crossed in two distinct destinations; but like the bridge, time can be traversed in the same fashion.
Time, is a finite resource that we summarily either have too much of or too little of at different periods in our lives. The static nature of time is something that I have been acutely cognizant of over the past couple of years.
Sadly, I have squandered more time that I care to admit, but I have realized that if I am able to recycle the time that I have wasted into a form that I can use empower my son and possibly others, then time can also prove to be something truly redemptive.
Maybe it is because of the serial affairs that I have had with Mother Nature, walking the winding paths in search of what I have chosen not to see, mainly because of my fear of what the next steps will entail.
Sitting alongside rivers, streams and lakes throughout Maryland in my attempt to make sense of it all – has brought me closer to the confines of my faith – which I assumed had abandoned me, but it was me that had forsaken it.
Being content with letting the voice of solace drown out all of the background noise that passes as my life never fails to be redemptive.
Often, I wonder if this is clarity that I have inadvertently stumbled upon.
Fortunately, I am not naive enough to believe that clarity would come into my grasp this easily – or can it?
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