Time

Time is limited.  It flies away if there is too much to do.  It can stop if you wish to be in another time.

I want my time to be mine.  I have spent a lot of my life giving time to others.  I consider time one of the most precious gifts.  It is hard to be stingy with time.  I will usually drop anything to spend time. 

Time slows if I slow down.  If I don't stress over it's flow time seems gentler.  Time is very limited, but it is a waste of time to stress over its evaporation.   Looking back, time has raced by.  Looking forward it can stand still.  Just resting in the moment time seems to linger.

I look at my husband.  How much time do we have left.  He is now home.  We are home together.  We usually are working on separate things.  Those little pieces of time as we pass in the house is important.  Sitting at my desk, to do the dreaded paperwork, beside his desk, allows little pieces of time to be shared. 

I love the walks at night in the dark with him.  It is time to talk and share and be.  How much time is left that we will have together?

I love to start my day before daybreak.  This can be hard because I can be a creature of the night.  If I am there with the sunrise I get the most time in my day.  Night or darkness brings closure.  I am not attracted to my studio at night.  When the days are short, I struggle.  I love February when it is apparent that days are getting longer. 

Peace with my time is crucial.  I cannot lust over it.  I can only savor it.  I do want to share time.  I want my world to be small.  Then again, I want my world to expand. 

Time to go...for now...