It’s the thing we keep wishing we had more of;
and yet we already
have it all.
If only we would open our consciousness and become aware.
We rush around madly;
getting anxious over unfinished lists of things to do;
missing the fact that we are eternal spirits journeying through a temporal world.
I have not blogged in a long time. I have been finishing the manuscript for a novel; caring for an ailing parent; tending to my own aging core, and any number of things more.
If only I had the time.
Yet I am aware that the voice of angst in my head is not me.
The real me stands back in the peace of my eternity witnessing the folly of my mind that ignores the passion of my spirit to write; alleging I don’t have time.
So, I close my eyes and silence the voice; turn inward, and vow yet again to live in sync with my timeless soul; not after death, but now;
In my future, past, and present eternity.