I have been in New York City for the last few days. Staying with my father, hanging out with my daughter and brother as well as walking the streets in the June light, I feel how our past childhood colors our present habits. I see my mother in my daughter, my father in myself, and the past and future mixed into the present which is its own rich constellation of life."We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We
grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We
grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm,
childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull
us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of
layers, cells, constellations."
-- Anais Nin