The past is always growing...

The past is always growing in relation to the present. We add everything we are to the moment we are in, and that keeps expanding the more we live. Personally I love the complexity that my memories add to everything I think of and do. A pebble or a cloud is entirely different now to when I was four years old, and I prefer now. But then, I enjoy aging, and revel in the richness of the inner experiences which continue to enrich the world I dwell in and which so beautifully surround me as I continue my journey through it. Every day is a gift - a gift that keeps growing as my memories of living this living gift compound.