just knitting and trying to tidy a bit today. when i went away for my University's homecoming this weekend, i was surprised when i came back. it felt like my child had grown so much in the 2 days i was gone. like she was something new.
i've been thinking about that, about everything being new all the time, but it really isn't new.. just.. it never stopped changing at all. it's like a river running, or the wind blowing. every second, every moment is technically new, but it's not like swapping something out for something else. it's little bits, changing so small, so slowly, that you don't notice.
sometimes i wonder if my soul is eroding, like the grand canyon. one day i will look inside myself and find only a deep, waving chasm, with the layers of me visible all the way down to the bottom, and the river down there, still cutting away at me. but it won't ever stop.