a soft time

hey friends,

it’s been a weeeeek!

you know those weeks that feel like months?

yeah.

it’s been one of those.

i’m happy today

has arrived

so i can share

the following

with you.

thank you again

for being here

with me.

the story:

It’s physics

It’s all going by so fast

too fast

i’m beginning to feel Time’s Weight

and It’s much too light

It passes through you

over and over again

with each revolution around the Sun

with each rotation around Earth’s core

It passes

weightless as nothingness

an innocuous succubus

taking somethingness

from each of us

with every pass

with every rotation

with every revolution

Time accumulates Its collection

of us

soundless but It begins to sound like music that they just don’t make anymore

sightless but It begins to see like squinted eyes trying to make out too distant signs

senseless but It begins to feel like the baby soft touch of arthritic wrinkled hands

now i’m not there yet

i’m not yet consumed

but i’m beginning to feel Time’s effect

of imperceptible change

that has begun to become perceptible

in the foreign noises my joints make

when the parts they join together

move after a period of stillness

in the foreign emotions my heart endures

when i encounter a hip/cool/totally awesome thing

that i once ago knew as new

and i want to slow It down

i don’t want Time to stop

i just want It to

take Its time with me

i want It to

savor me

slowly

the way i’m learning to savor my Life

mindfully

if Time’s Weight=Life’s mass x Life’s gravity

(and yeah i definitely had to look up the formula to calculate Weight

because my physics classes were a long TIME ago!)

then i want to increase my Life’s mass by adding matter to It

as in my Life matters so much

because i Love so much

in It

and i want to increase my Life’s gravity by adding force to It

as in my Life forces me to be present and notice It

because i Love so much

of It

and so

if my calculations are correct

(and they really might not be!)

Time’s Weight should increase

and then maybe

It won’t go by so fast

and then maybe…

i won’t

go by

so fast

the conversation:

the curation:

• one of my favorite YouTubers posted this beautiful reflection on healing a week-ish ago:

• also, i thought you should know that there is a village in the Catskills of New York that hosts several indie bookstores, and i propose that we all visit here (in a bookish, orderly fashion, of course)!

• and it should come as no surprise that i’m a fan of poetic novels or novels-in-verse, and this one sounds like a challenging, heartfelt read.

the question:

when was the last time you felt an emotion passively, like you could almost see yourself from an external view as you experienced the emotion encountering you?

the affirmation:

you have had every right to feel every emotion you have ever felt.

until next time—

and then until the next time—

(ad infinitum)—

may all the sweetest moments

find you.

-Sarah Narei