There is something significant about today. Yes, 2020 is a new decade for us all. September 1, 2020 is Maya’s 20th birthday. While I generally know how to express myself, it seems like there is a word I cannot put my finger on in the English language. I am experiencing a paradox around time. There is something about time being frozen and time moving on, concurrently. Maya’s life in her human form stopped at age 15 years old. Yet, we continue and time passes.
I am likely not alone in having things in my possession that are long past their due. In our case, there has been a container of Umeboshi Plum Paste in the refrigerator for a very long time. It never goes bad, and we would only use a little bit of it at time. Maya, with her clever sense of humor, once put a label on the container, “Immortal Paste.” In an odd way, there is comfort for me to keep this container.
The loosestrife still blooms on September 1. We eat luscious peaches and pick raspberries. The nights are beginning to get a bit cooler, as they always have during this time. Happy birthday, Maya. We love you always and miss you deeply.