
05/19/2025
Our final day people were using every moment of time. Time is precious, for so many reasons. Time is precious because it is not promised. Time is so obviously precious in a war zone. Time is precious because our time as a group is coming to an end. Time is precious because in three years we have lived through so much and have come to know each other, come to witness each other, come to share our deepest challenges, and stories and hurts and joys with each other.
I feel this myself; I don’t want this to end. I don’t want life to end. I want to stay forever, and I know this is not possible. And with this knowledge of endings, of the inevitable goodbye that is always present when we allow it into our consciousness, every moment is to be cherished.
Can you imagine the feelings of – “I don’t want this to end” in the middle of war? Can you imagine the magic that helps us long to be together as the world tries to tear us apart?
In some ways this feels like such a fundamental reality to me, this precious feeling of love and connection. But oh, so many things keep us from knowing this feeling. Our learned hatred, the structures that stratify and convince us that some should have more while others have less. The endless diversions that keep us numb to our own being and slumbering through life.
I once had a dream, when I was a very young child. In that dream I was an old lady, and I was running around to everyone I met saying ‘WAKE UP, today is the only day you have.” I know this to be true more and more the older I get. I know this deeply when I am here. I am doing my best to wake up. I love witnessing people opening their eyes. I appreciate all of those who have helped me open mine. I hope to wake up tomorrow. With gratitude for each moment. WITH YOU! - ann