Too many posts on death and it is time to spend some time in that so very layered and complex concept: NOW, including its fantasies/fears of the future, regrets/sweetness of the past, and the ACTUAL PRESENT which so few of us can inhabit, tangled as we are in the strains of time in our brain. Today, as yesterday, I will taste the sweetness of this ACTUAL PRESENT which is best experienced, for me, sitting together with Payson and the dogs in our garden on our fancy Chinese lounge chairs that tilt back so we can see the tops of trees, the ridge, and the sky, talking or being quiet. Mostly, being quiet, the brain clean of all thought, just the eyes, looking.
Of course, the irony is that death alone sweetens this now, in which I and those I love have life as opposed to none further down the road
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