This morning, I am time
I rarely arrive fully formed. I emerge … if given time. Subtitle: Life as a time witch.
I rarely arrive fully formed. I emerge … if given time. Subtitle: Life as a time witch.
At a weekend workshop, I am confronted by my own discomfort. Dancing with others (gasp) — cracked something open. Sometimes, the only path to insight is to stop thinking and dance.
Perhaps I have trained my assistant a bit too well. She is now the plucky comic relief side kick in my inner hero movie.
I meant to tell you a story about synchronicity and James Taylor. Instead, I made a list of twelve things I want to do. Not before I die, but while I’m busy living. Because linear time is fake and I can’t name any plants.
by Diana Montalion
Lists are more than organization—they’re keys to who we really are. Apparently. Includes praise for crafting personal ontologies, a snark-fest of book titles, and the quiet terror of Pressing Send.
Hippos are only aggressive because they don’t have library cards.