“But
flowers distilled, though they with winter meet,
Leese
but their show; their substance still lives sweet.”
Winter is here, snow or not. Spring and summer blooms still linger
in our memories from last year with hopes of the return of this year’s flowers.
Even though the flowers are gone, are not the memories real? Can we not recall
the scent and our reaction to our interaction with them?
We project our future with the new year, new flowers and their
blooms. We expect the flowers to do as before, return to us. This we do with
great anticipation. The joy so great of the past brings us forward again and
again. Yet they live with us today in our minds, photos and conversations. Therefore,
they are still real to us now, in winter where they have lost their ‘show’, but
nothing more.
Is our essence no different? Do we compare to our past and our
projected future? Do we examine ourselves daily? Should we remove the factor of
time, has our essence changed?
Cathy
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