The most familiar kind of time is easy to fill with work – a routine kind of time that doesn’t ask questions. But what about the other kind of time that lets the spirit shine through (whatever that is), so essential, and so elusive?
How can we find that moment between the seconds, a moment beyond the so-many-somethings demanding to be done? Those somethings can be so good at telling us they’re more important than a beckoning sunset or warm evening breeze. But today, twilight has triumphed. Something must wait for nothing, because nothing is more wondrous than the whispering touch of that twilight breeze, just as the stars appear.
-- David Gordon
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