Time Waits for No (Wo)man

Time, the only thing we can’t control.  Slips between our fingers as we fumble for it clumsily.  Running late is the worst feeling in the world.  The moment our eyes open each morning our minds are bombarded by seemingly endless commitments.   I need to slow it down: meditation is my grace.

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