Sunday, November 20, 2022

Time

Time is a relentless river. It rages on, a respecter of no one. And this, this is the only way to slow time: 

When I fully enter time's swift current, enter into the current moment with the weight of all my attention, 

I slow the torrent with the weight of me all here. 

I can slow the torrent by being all here.

—Ann Voskamp (One Thousand Gifts)

[Baasch Family, E. Wallingford, VT, 1995] 



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