Time
Time goes too fast. My brain goes too fast. Not in keeping with time. My body wants to go slow. AND fast!! To sleep. To RUN!! To lay under the stars and slooowwww doooowwwnn.
I don’t feel like time is my own. At the whims of everyone else’s demands on my time (or my perceptions of their demands). Or… MY demands. I demand of myself that I spend my time doing x, y, or z and never take the time to actually check in with myself. With my body.
What if… I keep my hand moving but slow it down to the pace of my breath?
I can feel my mind straining at the constraint like a race horse pulling at the reins that keep it in check.
How do I meld these two forces? It is as though my mind and body keep time to a different metronome. The Flight of the Bumblebee meets a lullaby. The amount of time the Bumblebee forcefully takes over and flits rapidly from anxiety to worry without allowing my body to accomplish much…
What if it is time to hand the reins over for a bit to my body and let its soothing speed inform my brain for once rather than the other way around?
The mind still chafes — ready with a worry the moment my attention shifts. It is not time for that.
Watch the wind in the willow trees. The snow on the mountain.
Time is relative, Einstein tells us. It appears to be relative to how I choose to spend it.
Listening to the wind slows time down.
