{"id":8582,"date":"2014-10-17T09:46:48","date_gmt":"2014-10-17T16:46:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.kathrynpetroharper.com\/mindfullife\/?p=8582"},"modified":"2026-01-27T13:38:53","modified_gmt":"2026-01-27T21:38:53","slug":"reverence","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.kathrynpetroharper.com\/mindfullife\/2014\/10\/17\/reverence\/","title":{"rendered":"Reverence"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>What is real for me in this moment: life feels bittersweet. It&#8217;s October again. Soon it&#8217;s Christmas. It&#8217;s <em>&#8220;Where did the time go?&#8221;<\/em> Then it&#8217;s a new year, and the school year ends, and summer vacation evaporates, school begins again, and then: another new year. Life is like this, every year. I recognize this, every year. I remember this conversation with myself from last year. The older I get, the more time compresses.  <\/p>\n<p>I practice presence &#8212; living here and now &#8212; and I&#8217;ve gotten pretty adept. Compared to the me I was in my 20s, 30s, and 40s, I focus less on past rumination and future anxiety. But that doesn&#8217;t make the time pass more slowly. It doesn&#8217;t change the fact that <em>this life<\/em> is such a short stint.<\/p>\n<p>Yes, there&#8217;s Presence. The intangible subtle Mystery to which we are connected, from which we arise and to which return. It is possible to notice and experience this daily. Sometimes I even live within and from it &#8212; from a knowing that defies description or understanding with the mind.<\/p>\n<p>But lately I&#8217;ve been noticing: I like <em>this<\/em> current incarnation. I like being in this body, living this life. It is precious. Yet it all changes. And there is grief.<\/p>\n<p>I found a photo of myself when I was seven months old. I look into that sweet baby&#8217;s face and feel such love for her. Her softness, her open expression. Her innocence. I look at my daughter, a lovely soul, and remember the delicious intimacy of holding her. <\/p>\n<p>Life is doing what it does. I&#8217;m so grateful that I <em>am<\/em>, that I&#8217;ve gotten to be this person. It&#8217;s just passing so quickly.<\/p>\n<div class=\"photopost\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/mindfulone\/15533465806\" title=\"KathrynAsBaby by Kathryn Harper, on Flickr\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/farm4.staticflickr.com\/3935\/15533465806_8aaf53026e.jpg\" width=\"360\" height=\"500\" alt=\"KathrynAsBaby\"><\/a><\/div>\n<p><center>Me, 7 months old<\/center><\/p>\n<div class=\"photopost\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/mindfulone\/2404098079\" title=\"you want some? by Kathryn Harper, on Flickr\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/farm3.staticflickr.com\/2326\/2404098079_dc5179e05f.jpg\" width=\"375\" height=\"500\" alt=\"you want some?\"><\/a><\/div>\n<p><center>Bean, 7 months old<\/center><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>What is real for me in this moment: life feels bittersweet. It&#8217;s October again. Soon it&#8217;s Christmas. It&#8217;s &#8220;Where did the time go?&#8221; Then it&#8217;s a new year, and the school year ends, and summer vacation evaporates, school begins again, and then: another new year. Life is like this, every year. I recognize this, every [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[111,217,219],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-8582","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-buddhism","category-meditation","category-spirit"],"post_mailing_queue_ids":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kathrynpetroharper.com\/mindfullife\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8582","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kathrynpetroharper.com\/mindfullife\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kathrynpetroharper.com\/mindfullife\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kathrynpetroharper.com\/mindfullife\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kathrynpetroharper.com\/mindfullife\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=8582"}],"version-history":[{"count":10,"href":"https:\/\/www.kathrynpetroharper.com\/mindfullife\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8582\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8587,"href":"https:\/\/www.kathrynpetroharper.com\/mindfullife\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8582\/revisions\/8587"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kathrynpetroharper.com\/mindfullife\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8582"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kathrynpetroharper.com\/mindfullife\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8582"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kathrynpetroharper.com\/mindfullife\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8582"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}