The Moments In Between.

A Singular Time.

Caught in the crosshairs of the past and the future

This is a singular time right now, caught in the crosshairs of the past and the future. A past that had some good and some bad, and a future that is unknown, terrifying and exhilarating. Our lives were put on hold during quarantine, and as we shakily emerge from the pandemic, we realize that we aren’t back to the old ways of life, but the future is not yet here. We can no longer wait in limbo, holding back for what may be and longing for the lives that are gone. New ways of life are constantly beginning and we must accept that this is life now. It is all about what we make of it.

It’s about finding beauty as you wait for the thing to start. Accepting what is, even though you don’t know what will be. Finding grace and even relishing in the insignificant, little moments in between. Watching leaves fall and feeling grateful. Waiting for the snow to begin, when you’re out stomping in mud while on a hike. Trusting that it will all be ok, even though you may be uncertain. Honoring all you ever knew while having everything you need. Taking seemingly small steps forward, but appreciating the giant leaps you have made. We are caught between these moments and all we have is the here and now.

We will look back on this moment, these years caught in the pandemic, as the end of the old and the beginning of the new. But new things take time, and it can be difficult to have patience for our dreams of a new reality to take hold. And so we bide our time, because time is all we have, and we lose ourselves in reveries, delight in the days that come our way, and wait for the morning light.