I love that there is no such thing as time.  We fill it with stories and partition the seasons and the day into the tiniest increments that we pretend to cram filled with important matters.  HA.  It is an illusion–a hypnotic one, nonetheless–that takes us hostage every day.

So I have to watch out for the bugger of “not enough time”  or “lost time” to grab me by the heels and flip me over into hysterics.  It is amazing how we are tripped up with wires and bumps of non-reality that we make out of life.

I claim timelessness today.  There is no deadlines, I have no rules of when to arrive, no schedule of “this and that exactly at then”.  I am eternally free of time, like the insistent birds outside my window in the gray rainy morning.  They sing of the thrill of here and now.  I am the softly dancing branches of the red maple that waves to me. 

Come play with me, She says.  Let me have My Way with you in an endless divine dance.