I remember when I stopped wearing a watch with any regularity. We were on vacation, settling in for long, lazy days of beach and water play with our young sons. I slipped it off upon arrival, embracing the beginning of our holiday and relinquishing my focus on flight schedules. From that point forward, some twenty years ago, a new practice began.
Though I'm still tethered to time, I've learned to intuit the hour and am often able to guess the time right down to the minute. What I really want to say is this: time heals.
I don't know that I shall ever understand how the passage of time can bring us to this sacred place where we can rest in reconciliation, forgiveness, and peace, but I can try.
The passage of time. Mysterious in its powers, elusive in its value. Looking back in awe; moving forward with gratitude.