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Time Changes its form

Time is my oldest friend and my newest enemy. I have always had a very satisfying relationship with time; it shaped itself for me into manageable forms, a bit like a painting or a frame, and I was able to fill the forms with exactly what was required, even without going over the edges of predictable lines. With age, this ability is slipping, just a bit here and there, and I can no longer achieve what I used to, nor predict the number of things I can achieve in a day, or perhaps even an hour.

On one level this is disconcerting. On another, and I am just beginning to be able to discern this possibility: that something else is rising within me, some energy is intensifying, an energy much more profound and real than the passing satisfaction of achievements within time. And entirely outside my predictable frameworks.

Perhaps I can say that this new slipping away of predictable time is slowly becoming my newest friend...but there is some ways to go yet. A spider's web rather than a clock face with numbers...there is a shift for me.

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Mary Beth | Reply 25.09.2013 23.09

Resonating with you....and time's shaping is to be acknowledged with gratitude...and acceptance

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Edith is our mentor and prophet for the times she knows we are trying to let go, be freed from whatever impedes growth,goodness and giving!

14.03 | 19:26

Thank you Brenda for providing this resource. Your selection of books make fine companions on life's path, especially at this time.

14.03 | 12:11

And here we are manifesting to each other and the universe! Your poem is soulful, Gina, dealing with the unknowns of each day as they come. Thanks for sharing.

13.03 | 19:34

Hi Brenda, just read new poeming 4 and your new wild geese is where we are all getting to I hope just love it, Ken

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