Stasis and Movement


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Now that spring is bumping its way into view I long for summer. I think part of us (part of me, anyway) never loses the Platonic ideal of that season we developed when we were children. When I think of summer I think of long, sunny days in which I have nothing to do but please myself and grow—days of swimming and dreaming and playing with friends.

In reality as an adult I juggle work and social obligations daily during the summer months. Still, I try to spend at least a few minutes of each afternoon sitting at my neighbors’ magical dam. I let my mind wander and soak up the joys of sun and water.

The dam today doesn’t look much different from the dam of my youth. The sound of the water flowing toward and over it is the eternal sound of my childhood. Resting by the dam, or gliding through the water with a breaststroke, I feel as though time has stood still.

Of course, time—like the water—is always moving. It’s one of life’s paradoxes that even when we think we are at rest, as I believe I am now typing this into my laptop with my dog Truffle snoozing at my side, humans and the cosmos are moving in myriad ways. Our globe spins on its axis and rotates around the sun. The sun and its solar system move around the Milky Way. Everything in the universe expands every second.

Similarly, the dam, which I think of as always the same, is transformed from instant to instant as thousands of drops of water whiz by. The very sound that symbolizes eternity for me—the sound of water flowing—is the sound of change.

Maybe change is the point. Perhaps the reason I so love the dam and summer is not because they are always the same but because they are, like life, always on the move. They breathe with me … nourish me … play with me. They remind me that we are most centered when we are busiest.

Come to think of it, I don’t have to wait until summer to regain the feeling of childhood. All I have to do is strive to be more aware of the ways in which stasis and movement coexist—and the spirit of youth, of learning and play and dreaming, will fill me.

I won’t tell Truffle about this just now, however. She is enjoying the illusion that she is at rest while napping.

Let sleeping dogs lie.

Let sleeping dogs lie.

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8 comments on “Stasis and Movement

  1. Anne Brotherson says:

    I was so glad to get another entry from your blog. You always bring me something to think about and I thank you. Hugs to Truffle.

    • tinkyweisblat says:

      Why, thank you, Anne! She is once more napping (this is how she spends much of her life!), but I’ll give her the hug when she wakes up. I hope you’re thriving.

  2. Ann Zagari says:

    So beautifully expressed, Tinky!

  3. Faith Paul says:

    Ah, the sound of the dam! And the reflection of the trees in the still, still water. Absolute heaven.

  4. tinkyweisblat says:

    Heaven indeed, Faith. I hope you can join us for at least a little while this summer to enjoy it all.

  5. Doris Matthews says:

    Great to hear from you again Tinky. Welcome Spring and Summer too. I always loved the sound of a running steam-one of my favorites! Keep on keepin’ on!

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