Reflecting on this sign yields SO much…. Not just remembering when you thought “IF I JUST HAD ______________ , I would be fine”, and if you feel that same way now, and if not, why not?..
It also reminds us about the passage of time, and how much changes, and how much has to do with how we think about it.
As we were mulling all this, a poem by fourteenth century Chinese Buddhist poet Stonehouse* jumped into our hands:
I eat a peach spit out the pit the pit becomes a tree
the tree grows and flowers and makes another peach
spring departs and fall arrives year after year
how can I keep my hair from turning white