“Instead, create a clearing in the dense forest of your life and wait there patiently until the song that is your life falls into your own cupped hands and you recognize and greet it.” — Martha Postlewaite

The idea for my new blog came into being very early one dark, winter morning, as I sipped my cream-laced americano, listening to my favourite radio program, CKUA’s The Road Home.  I heard Billy Collin’s poem, “This Much I Do Remember.”  It ambled along, evoking an easy familiarity, the male reader’s beautifully sonorous voice lightly holding my just-awakened attention. It grabbed my heart when I heard the line, “this was a moment I had rescued from millions.”  

In the months since, that image of  “a moment rescued” has become a poignant touchstone when juxtaposed with another line I came across, this one attributed to the Buddha: “The problem is, you think you have time.”

In one hand, a moment rescued.  In the other, the illusion of endless time.  Held together with me in the space between a prayer and anjali mudra.  Clearing away, letting go to let come, and months of waiting, I knew this was to become the title of my new blog.