To move through time is to wrangle with the twin forces of stasis and motion, which appear at odds but are actually the trustiest of comrades. They are the alternating current of our existence, one ensuring our feet are on solid ground and the other ensuring they don't stay there too long.

I see now that my life's own pulses have been misfiring for some time, like an arrhythmic heart, my feet sinking a little too deeply into the soil of a comfortable life. But along comes the soul that jolts the system and restores the essential cadence of life. Now I close my eyes and nod silently to a universe that delivers the thing you need at the moment you need it. I am pressing into the earth and pushing off.

Comments (1)