Remember that you
take it with you.
All of it. Even the fuzzy
and forgotten parts.
It’s all there
in the way you breathe now,
in the questions you never
would have thought to ask,
in the new sense
by which you navigate
the world outside
and the world within.
The legacy of every moment
beats within you—
fifty, eighty, one hundred
times per minute.
–From my book, The Wilderness That Bears Your Name
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What a wonderfully succinct and artful way of putting it. And so very true at the same time. Thank you for encouraging me to not forget, James. Even though life wants to distract and get in the way, I can confirm and support the statement your poem makes: no matter how much time or distance there is between me and my experience, I always have it with me.
Beautiful James…beautiful. Thank you for writing this.