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Painting Time


Several years ago my daughter had a brief stay in the hospital.  We weren’t allowed to leave the room so staff graciously brought barbie dolls, paints and other toys for her to occupy herself in between tests while I took some time away from her to answer e-mails and make phone calls in the corner.

She looked so cute in her unicorn robe playing with a light-up wand that I snapped a photo of her.

I pull up the photo when I struggle with quieting anxious thoughts of the future.

In this moment my anxiety was dissipated as I was graced with a peaceful understanding of time; its color, its suspension, its absence, its illusion, its equivalence.

We are source. We are energy. There is no yesterday or tomorrow.

In this moment, it can never be too late to love, be kind, humble and enamored with life.


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