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May 7, 2007
Time is such a fickle thing. It’s totally defendant on ones mood. Or should I say attention, or what one values. Lately, time seems hardly a part of my experience of life, save it to say, this is the time-space cosmos I seem to be living in. However, time or time-frame no longer makes decisions for me. I do what I do according to the dictates of my love. Now, frames the experience I live, moment to moment. Each now, is complete in and of itself. Joy is its natural partner. It is the undercurrent that strings them all together.