4th April 2008 approx. 8.15pm

Yesterday is a distant land from which we have departed and tomorrow is a land to which we have yet to arrive. In the now, the today, can we enjoy the voyage and all that there is to see as we travel between then and now. We carry our memories, like photographs or souvenirs and if they weigh us down then they must be discarded. It may be regretful but we should allow ourselves the freedom to enjoy the journey without the distraction or burden of all that we have seen before. Those memories that matter will not weigh a great deal on our minds; they will perhaps have contained some valuable insight; they will perhaps have brought us a moment of great sadness but yet with the examination of what lies within them, we will find that all that they have given us is of value; and in that value comes the support for the burden so that we do not find ourselves encumbered and delayed on our travels.

There are many routes between yesterday and tomorrow; today is just one of them; another is yet to come. Sometimes the path may seem a little longer than it was before; sometimes a little shorter. Yet the best of journeys is taken with varying lengths between breaks in passage; for sometimes there is more to learn from taking a rest and enjoying the view than there is in rushing boldly onwards, eager to take the next step towards what is to come. Often by taking a break and absorbing all that there is in that moment, we can learn more that will aid us on the next leg of our journey.

The key to any voyage, any sort of travel, is the enjoyment and the wonder that comes with the mystery of what has yet to be discovered. All that is around us is for our benefit; all that we need is to hand. We are never lonely travellers for we have travelling companions in all that we see, but also all that we do not see. Sometimes by necessity we have quietness and solitude, but it is a transient thing; companionship and guidance are never far away. They are but a glance or a call away; whether we are fully aware of them nearby or not.

So in sailing to the distant land of tomorrow, we let go of yesterday and it’s shores ebb from sight in the ocean of our lives.

‘til we meet again…

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