Whenever there is a crisis of any type, time seems to slow. You may sit around a hospital waiting room for fourteen hours, having forgotten to eat, feeling your jeans becoming looser and your mind more focused. Suddenly, what was so important yesterday—the stain on your new white blouse, the missed dental appointment, the squeaky …
Month: February 2011
Nothing is exact. On the beach, there are millions of sand grains, and there is no real ending or beginning point as one might see in a sock drawer or on a desk. Grains of sand, leaves on the ground, snowflakes, and other physical entities that have no real defined beginning or end provide us …
