Just thought I’d reblog a few old posts. Su x
Consider the hour-glass; there is nothing to be accomplished by rattling or shaking; you have to wait patiently until the sand, grain by grain, has run from one funnel into the other.
“Like sand through the hourglass, so are the days of our lives…..”
Yes, I see the hourglass, often race against it.
Most days it’s as if my feet hit the floor and someone, (I’m not sure who) turns that hourglass over and the race is on, just to get through the day. It’s like a bad board game.
If I’m honest, (and I do try to be) I don’t always notice the ‘ grains of sand’ that make up that hourglass. The hourglass of my life. I live my life often missing the grains of sand that when added together become the beautiful beach of my life. I am treating it as a timer rather than noticing all…
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