Deep peace of the quiet earth to you. 

Changeable winds.

January 22, 2016


I don't need to go on and on about time and its changeable nature. We all know how time can fly in the midst of a good meal, a great conversation, a creative burst of energy. 


We also know how it can drag--sitting on the tarmac in a stalled airplane, sitting through a business meeting, etc. 


But it's the same time. 


So, that's the question. When did you get so focused on clocking your own misery that you ignore the flowy slipstream you can step into at any moment? 

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