Open Hours

Shrinking interludes

expanding horizon a

present challenge

Time shrinks

between waking

and sleeping

Imagination

endows existing

moments

Redesigning

slowness for a

world on speed

Spending time

to practice

breathing

Feeling the contours of

a moral and

spiritual life

I can't keep up

read what everyone

is reading

Know what

everyone is

saying

Fear of being left

behind stresses

the spirit

Revisit the intermissions

remove the

stumbling blocks

Egress from

a season of

enduring

To a chance

to embrace

life

And find new

ways of

growing up

My Dad

1989-1996

Contrary to conventional wisdom, I contend time does not move in regular intervals. To be true, circumstances may determine the amount of time we have, but each one gets to decide for ourselves how to use the time we have. One year when I called Dad to wish him a happy birthday, my mother answered the phone and told me Dad was out back planting walnut trees. She asked me to wait while she went to get him. When he got to the phone I asked, "Dad, you're 80 years old: are you planting the trees for the nuts or the lumber?" He answered, "I've got time." When he died, 17 years later, the trees were bearing and could have been cut for lumber, but that, of course, was not the point.