It’s been cold in DC this week… frigid really. Walking along the river with my dog it took me a minute to realize that something was different… and then it hit me: the Potomac was frozen! …not just frozen, but immobile. When a city sits astride a river, the movement of the water gives a sense of the passage of time, but today time stopped. It was cold, not many people out, quiet without birds chirping or traffic beeping. The whole scene was actually rather monastic… just me, Annie (my dog), and all the silent time in the world to contemplate the Lord loving us. Winter doesn’t often feel like a time for outdoor activities, but there are gifts to be received in the frozen landscape, if we look on it with eyes of faith.
Time present and time past
Are both perhaps present in time future,
And time future contained in time past.
If all time is eternally present
All time is unredeemable.
What might have been is an abstraction
Remaining a perpetual possibility
Only in a world of speculation.
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present.
Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose-garden. My words echo
Thus, in your mind.
– Excerpted from T.S. Eliot’s Four Quartets (#1)