Our relationship to time has become corrupted because we allow ourselves very little experience of the timeless. We speak continuously of saving time, but time in it richness is most often lost to us when we are busy without relief. We speak of stealing time as if it no longer belonged to us We speak of needing time as if it wasn't around us already in every moment. We want to make time for ourselves as if it were in our power to o so. Time is the conversation with absence and visitation, the frontier between ourselves and those we love; the hours become ripe with happening only when we are attentive, patient, and present.
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