I have been thinking so much about Time. The endless demands on us for more more more of our time. The fact we often feel there is never enough time. The despair at running out of time.
This weekend my oldest and youngest were having a conversation about Leap years, what they are and how they work. After a while, my oldest, having used up all his explanations, said: “It’s best if you realise that Time is a human construct. It’s not real.”
Maybe it could become just a little easier to take time. To grab what I need and carve out my hours, turn them into tiny gifts, instead of guillotines hanging over my head.
I can just picture it: reaching in to thin air, to grab hold of nothingness, to turn it into a treasure to savour.