The seconds.
I’ve tried wishing them away in the midst of heartbreak when each one seemed to last a lifetime.
I’ve tried holding them tightly in my hands in joy as they slip through my fingers.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
I’ve pushed them, pulled them, fought with them, forgotten about them, slept through them, made them count, wasted them, loved them and cursed them.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
My life has been lived by the second hand of the clock.
Until we spent time where there are none.
And time didn’t stand still.
Things don’t change just because you can’t see the clock.
Except it did. For 90 moments this summer, time stopped, and I simply saw it for what it was – a moment that had all of my attention.
This summer, I did a project to help keep me present because when I’m not, time turns on the faucet full blast.
90 times, I saw, I became still, I cleared my mind of everything else, and I took in the moment exactly as it was.
I called the project “things I saw.”
Perhaps it’s time for a ritual that keeps you present in the little moments that make up a big life.
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