This too shall pass- a phrase our mother used throughout our growing up years
to comfort us in our confusion, our sorrows. A simple phrase, yet it held a
mighty power over us. No matter how dreadful things were, how unbearable a given
situation seemed, time would take care of it, and us. And for those simple and
complicated years it did. Still does.
Now fully grown, we keep this wisdom
close to our hearts, but the sword is double sided. We are no longer children,
living the freedoms (and prisons) only childhood can shelter us within. We
sense the movement of time with greater urgency. Life's busyness has claimed us
more and more as its own. Our parents are aging, us too. Friendships shift,
people we love pass away. This too shall pass becomes more and more an
awareness of the slipping away, the fading, the sliding, the ceaseless song of
time; sad and beautiful love song that it is.Jill MacCormack
Writing for Art in the Open 2013; the Creativity Project
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