Take a moment and image yourself pushing your hand through water. It doesn’t take much effort and the water yields.
That image seems a little incongruous with the image of stalactites and stalagmites. Or potholes carved into rock by the persistent drip, drip, drip.
It is time which is the factor which is hard to perceive. We know this place has been here a long time, but we have no experience of that passage of time in this place.
I spent some time recently browsing through the blog posts herein. It’s been nearly five years since I began this endeavour. The average word count per post is just under 350. With a little over 330 posts in that time that washes out at just under 115 000 words, just under 250 typed pages. I’m astounded I really didn’t think I had created that much!
But it is not the number of words which really moves me. It is the fact that in these brief snapshots, I can see that I have grown. I can see that I have learnt some good stuff along the way. It is a relief I suppose. When I am in the midst of the craziness of life, I hope things are shifting and occasionally it feels like they are. But in these posts I finally see it is true.
Writing a few hundred words a couple of times a week doesn’t feel like much effort. And yet over time, it has become something substantial.