The past is a solid.
As I sat with my coffee this morning, I experienced a wrinkle in time. Suddenly, for no apparent reason, one hand embracing the warm cup, the other the cup handle, I felt complete contentment and wonder. This was a place, a feeling, I had been to before, when I was a single mother of two girls, working on my PhD, and living with endless demands on my time and my thoughts, grabbing at me every waking moment. At that time, to sit quietly with a cup of coffee, with my own thoughts, was a cherished luxury, enjoyed but a few fleeting minutes now and then. Oh how I enjoyed it! And this morning, coffee in hand, I felt that same peace and gratitude, to have me in my life.
It seems to me that the past is a solid, a piece of time and place and experience that, once experienced, takes on a solid shape and sinks and settles into the sands of time. Occasionally the winds of our fate move the mountainous dunes to reveal the gems buried there. That is what happened to me this morning.
Date: 8:00 AM EST Tuesday 12 January 2016
Condition: Light Snowshower
Pressure: 100.7 kPa
Visibility: 1 km
Wind: SE 37 gust 55 km/h
Wind Chill: -14
Snow at times heavy changing to periods of light snow near noon. Amount 5 to 10 cm. Wind southwest 30 km/h gusting to 50. High minus 1.
“If it were not for time everything would happen at once. If it were not for geography everything would happen to me.”
Found this scribbled on the wall of a toilet stall at the “By The Way Cafe” at Brunswick and Bloor, in Toronto, in 1993. Being a Geographer, I loved it.