Eight years of “water under the bridge”, drought, winter snow, summer heat, life and death, joy and sorrow have passed since my little (fast) post on August 31, 2011:
The end of summer doesn’t come soon enough for me. ... I recall the rush of yard work, fighting mosquitoes and brutal heat, stock market volatility, short secondary vacations, and preparation for a new school year. Borrowing the title of a 2007 drama film that entertained me [with a musical love story] ... the words “August Rush” characterize the month in my mind.
Some think there’s a lot to get done before September, as if things can’t wait for a pause to enjoy the simple life. As profoundly stated by young Mr. Bueller on his day off, “Life moves pretty fast — if you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.” (1986 film — imdb.com)
Eight years later, I noticed a little book being donated to a library by Kay’s former RS secretary, our dear neighbor Dorothy, who finally moved to Layton assisted living this week. Before passing it to the intended destination, a quote caught my eye:
“Everywhere people are in a hurry ... for a multitude of reasons as we rush about the business of each day.
In this fast-paced life, do we ever pause for moments of meditation — even thoughts of timeless truths?”
(A Future as Bright as Your Faith, c.2015 Thomas S. Monson)
family time at the ranch on the Fourth, 2015 – priceless
