Poignancy
I turn 39 in a month and yet I still remember very clearly the day my classmates and I knew for sure we were going to graduate from high school. Our senior year was nothing short of challenging, rigorous and heartbreaking. But that is a whole other story. Presently at 38, my youngest son Morgan, who is 11, is bigger than me. Garret now sleeps in his own bed. Although time is of a different form in our life, there are poignant points of contact between the "normal" world and ours. As my boys and I walk around our school for their daily exercise, the comings and goings of our students their age are accompanied by wistful thoughts that I’ve come to embrace. “Garret would have been Grade 8 now. Morgan in 5 th grade.” I find myself going back and forth in time. During these moments of poignancy, questions come one after another. "Where am I in all this?" "Who am I?" "What is my purpose in this life?" My meditation practice certainly