This week, this day, is beginning again
as it does so often,
offering us yet another turn to spend time,
giving meaning to something meaningful
if we stop, disconnect, reconnect,
the spaces between what is and must be.
They are there, those spaces,
wide open even,
and they wait for us
what time looks like
when we do something we love
with someone we love,
including just ourselves?
How would we hold you, Minutes, Hours, Days, Weeks,
if YOU were fleeting…
These are not the moments to find procrastination
Only laundry and dishes deserve that.
These are not the spaces to give into distractions.
Only the work that gives little in return deserves that.
Time and space carve out for us when we seek it,
even when too much needs to be done.
Today is ours; let’s begin in the space where nothing lives-
where anything might be.