“The mountains are calling & I must go & I will work on while I can, studying incessantly.” – John Muir
The mountains are calling, and I cannot go.
There are breakfasts, and lunches, and dinners to prepare. There is laundry and weeding. There is work that must be done yesterday. There is a sick child who needs her mother’s comfort. There is a husband who needs to talk about his day. There is a friend who would like companionship.
It is 8 PM and I am wandering the aisles of the grocery store. My cupboards are bare.
Time flies, with agonizing slowness.
A sundial marks time with it’s shadow.
Far off in the distance, there is a beautiful light, touching the trees and hills of imagination.
My thoughts are dandelion seeds, that scatter on wind that is so much noise. And I am being blown apart.
This shadow, it will not come again. Through the mechanics of earth and sun, or vanishing with rain and cloud.
But. There are moments that I may take for myself. In between all these things – if I look hard, if I focus inward, I find worlds that belong to my mind only. And I learn how to slip into these fragments of time. And within these fragments, I am myself.
Words and Images © Monika Danos