The past is the past but sometimes it's hard to leave it in the past. Remember it, learn from it, but dare not live in it. Move forward each day with the lessons learned from the past. I hope that my memories never leave. Because today is the tomorrow I dreamed about yesterday. And my hope for tomorrow is that it is an even better day than today.

For years, every morning, I drank
from Blackwater Pond.
It was flavored with oak leaves and also, no doubt,
the feet of ducks.
And always it assuaged me
from the dry bowl of the very far past.
What I want to say is
that the past is the past,
and the present is what your life is,
and you are capable
of choosing what that will be,
darling citizen.
So come to the pond,
or the river of your imagination,
or the harbor of your longing,
and put your lips to the world.
And live
your life.
“Mornings at Blackwater”
~Mary Oliver, Red Bird

Photo credit: Annie Graybill

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