The aching awareness of impermanence, the sad beauty of seeing time pass.

The quietly elated yet bittersweet feeling of having been witness to the dazzling circus of life – and knowing that none of it can last.

It is what allows us to appreciate the moment, because the beauty experienced in that moment will never be the same.

So we try to capture those moments – to return to them later, if only in memories…

Beginning in August of 2003, events are chronicled here in the journal.

These memoirs are in a state of continual update as I remember events or find old information that adds more detail to something.