10.29.16

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10/29/16

9:39pm

It is the twenty-ninth day of the month. We are at the end. The end of a cycle of numbered days (the twenties) and almost to the end of the entire month. 

What is there to say about endings? Don’t we feel it? “The end of the month already?!” And then that turn over into the first day of the next month, like something precious to behold. Something new has begun. This month is currently untouched. Who knows what will happen.

But here at the end, aren’t we suspended in a place of what has been? Thinking back on this month and all that happened to us, or that we ourselves happened; depending how you look at it. We may feel destroyed or heroic. Perhaps desperate, in the one or two days we have left after the 29th, to end the month on a good note. Or perhaps already defeated. The 30th and/or 31st day/s don’t count. It’s already over. Perhaps triumphant: we had a huge break through this month, accomplished something great, or even began something that is now in full swing. 

But all the same, we face the end. We feel the change over. And perhaps we set it up this way because it is necessary for us, for whatever reason, to measure time. To feel endings and beginnings in ways we can mark down and understand collectively. That we may release, shift form, grow. Newness is vital to us, but so are the endings. Haven’t we all said, “Thank God it’s over!,” more than once in our lives? So what is there really more to say about endings? Other than Thank God? I think I had it figured out as a five year old, when I was still connected to a purity of soul and truth. I wrote a poem (that my mother still has in a file somewhere) that went something like this:

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It is the end.

The end 

The end

The end.

It is the end.

Why don’t we triangle the end?

Why don’t we bunny hop the end?

This is the end.

the end

the end

the end 

the end

the end

This is the end.

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I like my use of repetition of the fact that it is the end. For isn’t it always and continuously the end of something? Thus simultaneously the beginning of something else. Like the end of this post and these thoughts and the beginning of my next thoughts. Yes, it certainly is the end. And for something already ended, but potentially new to you in this moment: here is a previous post that I wrote about being surrounded at all times and from every angle by the past. …I could certainly go on about the end, but I’ll end this here and now. The End. It is the end. …This most certainly is the end…

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