“A past event is like a wandering stone fallen from heaven. One can neither move it nor penetrate it.”
-Antoine de Saint-Exupery, Wartime Writings
The tendency since moving back from Canada has been to whine about Texas and let my mind linger on days past. New places energize me. Cities enchant.
The rut of wanting to rewind blocks my vision from looking forward and occupies time that might be better spent looking around. It is a wall. It is not good.
Saturday I went out and wandered around Dallas with eyes that were only looking at the present page. Stories abound everywhere. They hide sometimes, but they’re there. I want to try to see them here. That may be a healthy remedy for the many wanderings my mind has towards what happened back then and what will happen in the next chapter. The story happening here is a good one. I need to choose to show up and be a part of it. At the very least, hearing stories and telling them and living them is the very stuff of relationship. The past may contextualize what happens today, but what happens today steers the course of tomorrow.