Word to the was

Thought I’d share this again. Some moments put our whole lives in perspective so simply…

The ancient eavesdropper

Word to the was

My wife and I moved the last load of stuff from our house in Coos Bay yesterday. Before I left, I picked up the final flowering pots from the deck and found the word ‘was’ underneath on a terra cotta coaster. This ‘was’ a lost word from our poetry phrase fridge magnets. I never thought such a small oft-used magnet would ever catch me this off-guard. It was one of those kicked-in-the-head coincidence moments. We were moving on to a new life in Corvallis, this house and Coos Bay in the past now, ‘was’ as it were. If you really think about it, time is always changing, present tense recalled to past tense on the coattails of one second. It’s no wonder all of our wisdom comes from ‘was’dom. Our past clears the path for our past to proceed.

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About tyler4turtles

I am an avid photographer, poet, ecologist, bookworm, blogger, art enthusiast and runner who calls Montana home but lives in Oregon.
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