There are days when I don’t write enough. Or spend enough time with the people I care about. Or do the things I want to do. On those days, I go to bed feeling disappointed, maybe even miserable. Continue reading “The “I don’t have time” excuse “
Do you ever notice the empty spaces between and within things? The diamond holes in a chainlike fence, the empty space within your room, the emptiness around an interesting person on the street, an emptiness out of which she or he seems to have materialized before your eyes?
I urge you, dear friend, not to take for granted your good health, your eyesight, your hearing, your sense of smell, your taste buds, your ease of movement, your thoughts, your emotions, not even the air you breathe.