Here I sit, located in time.
Fingertips brushing the stone beneath me as I contemplate the mountain of which they are a part. Of which I am a part.
The stones beneath me hold within their bodies the memory of Earth.
Of her passing cycles and her transformations.
Of her creations and her destructions.
What is your story about time? Seriously.
Play with me if you are unsure about this.
Take a moment and complete these sentences to uncover your time story:
Time is……..
My days are……..
I am most focussed in the……
Time runs away when……
Time stops if I.……
My life is here to……
Okay, so, is there a pattern in all of this for you?