Joanie and I just finished a four-day backpacking adventure, hiking through woodlands and along ridgelines roughly paralleling Lake Superior. Carrying 45 pounds up and down steep inclines is a wonderful way to slow the pace of life and shift one’s experience of time. A couple nights ago in the tent, camped next to rippling waters, during that inner twilight just before sleep, this came to me.
P.S. When the busy-ness gets overwhelming, we may be tempted to conclude there’s just no time. What if, in some deeper way, we’re right about that?