Life. It Happens.

Life tends to happen. I’ve learned this more and more every year I’ve spent on this planet. As I often do I think about something I’ve read, in this case Ash Wednesday by T.S. Eliot. It’s really one passage that really resonates with me.

Because I know that time is always time
And place is always and only place
And what is actual is actual only for one time
And only for one place
I rejoice that things are as they are and
I renounce the blessèd face
And renounce the voice
Because I cannot hope to turn again
Consequently I rejoice, having to construct something
Upon which to rejoice

I met her at random really. A one off twitter that got a reply. And then things moved. The world shifted slightly, not enough for me to notice but it began. And I replied back. And it began little by little. Too small to notice really. Another shift. And then we talked. No stilted communication over hours, but immediate and now. And then the world began to turn more and more. Faster and faster, and if I noticed I did not care.

She’s become a part of me now. In this time, in this place that is my life she is there. I don’t know what will happen again, I just know that what is now is now. And this time, this place is a good one. I hope that I can build it into something more. And that is something on which I can rejoice.

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