tamarjacobson

Thinking about Happy Monday and now it is Tuesday. News becomes old almost as immediately as it is posted. Time feels short and swift and moving on ahead of me. I remember waiting longingly for special days when I was young: birthdays, holidays, weddings, birth of my son. And now the seasons seem to fly by. Here I am and it is already almost the end of the semester and winter seems to be a snap away. Observing in a preschool classroom today I notice a chart of the seasons, arrow pointing towards fall. I remember those charts from when I was a young child. They were awesome, depicting moments in time that seemed so far away. Looking at the chart today it seems so small as if the seasons have been shortened into a brief moment in time.

Hm … time. Outside my office I hear the loud tick-tock-ing of the hall clock as it spells out the minutes of the day bringing me closer to this meeting or that class, this advisee needing to register for spring classes … is it almost already spring?

I know, I know, I am only 57, and yet is life winding down? I remember stepping out of the stall of the restroom at the airport the other day. I looked up and caught a glimpse of my gray, no white, hair and thinking, "Oh my! That’s me. That older woman looking back at me. That’s me. Who would have thought …?"

Love and loving those I care about whether it is family members, significant other, my child, other people’s children, students, friends, whomever. This is most important to me now. And this is timeless and forever.

Bruce Perry says, "It’s all about relationships."

A year ago at Tamarika: Addiction; Personal, professional, political