Time travels so fast.

Look here at the date - it used to be June!

And now it’s the month of 11.

Geepers. When you want time to move - when for instance, you want to be free of grief - it is slow - then one day, it has happened. You are here almost on the other side of that far off lost place - that place where the part that housed the other has been wrenched clean off and the wound is festering.

Now - like the trunks in the forrest gnarled by possum bites and scratches - it has mostly healed over - has a lumpy, bumpy appearance and feel - but is not actively bleeding. And all of a sudden you are thinking of other thoughts - possibilities that might not have been possible - and its all due to your ability to suffer and hold your own through time.

Time the great maker and breaker, opener and ultimate closer has brought you here in the blink of an eye, for time is also folded. In a moment all of life can concertina into one moment. All love, all pain, all memory compressed and felt in one instant - like when watching the river closely and touching her wet surface as you sent a prayer to the very woman here in the grief question - you sent your longing and your surrender across time and space to settle somewhere in the middle of this riotous, wild life. This wild, riotous life.