Restless for a Reason

I often wonder if our compulsion to be somewhere some place is not a response to the clock that ticks away in the deeper recesses of our conscious – we know that we are passing through, or we suspect it all ends here. The stillness invites reflection, and the image which stares back at us from the panoramic mirror is set against a strangely kaleidoscopic montage of our life-time experiences as well as its potential and aspirations. It is the mirror that confirms what we live with, the awareness that we know more than we can see, that we are more than we have been, that we are here and everywhere our hearts can take us and our minds can wander,…