To Live

I heard someone say— “Return to the land of your soul”—and stopped what I was doing. It’s catchy. I want to unspool the meaning. This is the week of return. The week to take stock—not for your whole life, but for the last year.

The time to decipher what has happened in the previous months. And how to proceed. Religious Jews say that on Yom Kippur you confront your own death and your next year is sealed. Some will live and some will die, but you still pray for a good year. 

We never do know the future so the future is now. This minute is the future. It contains everything —it is a multitude. How do I want to live this now?