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[solarpsychedelic]

I was chatting with my mother this morning and we both remarked on the theme of “where did the time go?”

And I immediately remembered this poignant song from my childhood:

 

 

Beautiful example of the singer-songwriter era of the 70s. RIP, Jim Croce.

I recall listening to this song on the car radio with my mother as we parked outside a grocery store. I knew even then somehow I needed to remember things, like that moment, and store them in a bottle.

Sometimes I’ve remembered too much and overthinking happens. Then there are times when I’m beyond happy I stored those memories even if the poignant part tugs at my heart.

Our lives are precious. We need to liberate our consciousness from the treadmill and savor the moments and value our humanity and our relationships. The older I get, the more I understand this.