If time isn’t real, why do I wrestle with it so much?  I get up, I do this and that and poof–it’s past time to leave!?  Sometimes traffic is easy, sometimes stuck.

I open today to the truth of no time and rest my heart, hands and mind in the Presence of eternal Oneness.  In Her arms there is no coming or going, late or early, butterflies or rushing.  As I breathe into the center of Her soft eyes, and lean back onto Her shoulder, I am able to watch the glory of this life.  I am able to play well with others and bounce to the music sitting in the line of cars all circulating for good of the I Am.

Breathing breathing breathing Her sweet fragrance.  Breathing.