A middle of the night thought, time and space, still present in the early morning waking. Time and space, time and space — on my mind.It has been said by many, "Time heals all wounds." I believe that and have experienced this phenomena of time as healer. As time ticks on the density and depth of a wound fades to a misted memory. Like the fading memory of a distant dream.
Space a gap of time yet not ticking like time. A place of expansion and growth, like ground to roots. The absence of time, people, places and things. To be, to feel, to absorb the rich offerings from the passings of time — to fully embrace and understand and put them in their proper place. Inside the heart.
Photo courtesy of Paul Tibbets.
