When Tomorrow Comes Tomorrow

When tomorrow comes tomorrow
And today is yesterday
And this hour is just a place in history

When goodnight becomes good morning
There'll be such a lot to say
So when tomorrow comes tomorrow
Come to me

                         The Family Dogg.    1969

it's a sweetly haunting melody. Before cassettes, walkman and iPods you needed to try to memorise the words of any song you liked when it aired on radio. This meant that you didn't always memorise the whole song- only the parts that made an impression.

I didn't think too much about " tomorrow" or " history" when I was 13 years old but this song has re-surfaced in my memory in the last month. I wonder if, as one passes the 60 year milestone, one pays more attention to the present, the immediate. It's useless to try to hold on to moments- they are fleeting. I'm learning to enjoy moments... Not great chunks of time like a week or a day or even an hour but moments. I've given up trying to capture moments. Every moment IS a Kodak moment, worthy of being archived, depending on our perspective. And I've learnt that I can make my Kodak moments. I just remember (and sometimes remembering this takes an effort) that a sovereign almighty and totally loving God has already planned every moment of my life. So I pay attention to moments. I pay attention to nuances and glances and sighs and smiles and chuckles. I archive them so I can re-live them and savour the sweetness again.

I am also relearning to deliberately S L O W down. Wanna join me? Don't wait for a health issue to force you to do this. Have a great SLOW day ahead😋