Our relationship to time has become corrupted exactly because we allow ourselves very little experience of the ‘timeless’. Our language itself is bound in the same way we are bound; 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 do so. Time is the conversation between absence and visitation, the frontier and sometimes the barrier between ourselves and those we love; the hours becoming ripe with happening only when we are attentive, patient, and present.
--David Whyte
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