“Time is a relentless river. It rages on, a respecter of no one. And this, this is the only way to slow time: When I fully enter time’s swift current, enter into the current moment with the weight of all my attention, I slow the torrent with the weight of me all here. When I’m looking for the glimpse of glory, I slow and enter. And time slows…
…It’s this sleuthing for the glory that slows a life. In this space of time and sphere, I am attentive, aware, accepting the whole of the moment, weighing it down with me all here.
Full attention fills the empty ache.”
This is one of the many reasons why I knit and draw…to enter time’s swift current…to enter into the current moment with the weight of all my attention. To really see and listen and allow the glory of that moment to transform me, to slow down the advancing days and minutes. The mad dash to the end of a school year…the march to a senior boy’s graduation from high school…last moments and beginning ones too.
A drop of paint here. A stitch of cotton or wool there.
Attention to it all.
The above drawing was made this morning at our Ciener Botanical Gardens. Watercolor and a fine liner pen in my watercolor paper Moleskine.
Recently finished pair of socks and my latest craze, The Almost Lost Washcloth.