Passing Time

It began with a list that was never-ending. So much to little time. So many things - to think accomplish.


How - I wondered - do we count it? By the minutes..the hours..the days..the weeks? How is it that it's shaped and formed...and who is it that molded it?

There's never enough of it - is there?

Time - is what you make it. Time - is right here. Time is this moment. How I count I fill and shape it? By showing up and making it.

Time is passing....