This weekend, I've had the privilege (and fun) of cat-sitting, in a neighborhood not too far from where I grew up. I'm finding the whole experience to be almost unbearably poignant. So many of these houses remind me of our house, fifty-plus years ago, and the houses of my family's friends. I feel like I am in some strange time warp; except for the cars going by, it could be about 1970. And yet all I have to do is turn on the TV, and see news, ads, and shows that would have been unthinkable back then. There's a part of me that wants to run out into the street, and start yelling, "Don't you people understand what is in the process of happening right now?", but I know perfectly well that no one would listen.
I guess moving frequently has had one effect that I never really considered -- the passage of time is "about" a whole different thing when you move from place to place. Had I stayed in the Schenectady area all along, I would have measured time in other ways, perhaps the timing of jobs, or relationships, or (if I had had children) their ages. Instead, I'm completely unsuccessful at remembering when I lived where...it is all becoming a blur.
In my next post, I'm going to talk again about leadership in the new, upcoming, paradigm. It's not adequate to say, it will be the utter opposite of what we are seeing...(smile)
The temperature has jumped about 40 degrees in one day. We've raced completely through late winter and into summer. This adds to the poignancy...trying to remember what spring used to be like in the "olden days"...
