I took this photo one morning last summer, across the field behind our house...
Not all at once
And never entirely
But, from wide-eyed
To the 'standing eye-to-eye child'
They begin leaving
To leave us
Into years, gathering behind us
In an ethereal mist.
Oh so precious
Pieces of ourselves
And sometimes in the happy
Bustle of life
They are leaving
But only a little at a time
© Janet Martin
I was thinking these thoughts as I heard our oldest daughter, Emily
leaving early this morning…and my mind wandered through ethereal past.
Where does it go…time? and suddenly I am excited to drink in the present moment
before it too slips away to ethereal pastures.
Then Laurie’s comments at RGMIT which most parents can
relate to, really tied into my thoughts.