The earth is mostly a quiet place, gentle and slow, a piddlier much like the Tennessee River in front of me. Growing is a quiet process, trees, grass, and flowers all come about in no hurry. We grow slow ourselves, our past a fleeting second but our present slows to a crawl. An oddity is the frantic nature by which we live in the present, adding more and more in hopes of adding more and more. It might be in the adding we are actually depleting the awareness of living, the ability to know we are alive which creates in us a very dear gratefulness that we are. The earth is ancient and its smallest measurement of time is a day, morning to morning. A day is probably the smallest amount of time we are meant to acknowledge, 24 hours. That is enough to give us the time necessary to knowingly live the awareness of the sacredness of living. Seconds, minutes, and hours are too fast for the earth and us. These time increments we invented to produce a faster pace than the earth allows with its snail-ish pace of days. A day gives us time, slow enough time to do away with hurry. A day is the perfect measurement of time and perfectly suited for our living living. Have a good day.
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