She stood relaxed in the kitchen, her weight shifted onto one hip in what was to me early morning light. She poured cocoa mix into a measuring cup, tapped the cup, poured more, tapped the cup and used a knife to make sure the cocoa was even before adding more. Someone noted that they would not have the patience to perform the task so lazily and slow, but she laughed and responded, "I have nothing but time." And as I stood there in my pajamas with my towel in hand, halfway between waking up late and hurrying to shower, I caught a glimpse of eternity. For one not slow or meticulous moment as she poured the cocoa I knew what it was like to live without a schedule, expectations, or deadlines. I knew what it was like to do in contentment. She was living in time: not trying to save a moment by holding it down or rush through it to achieve, but ticking in time with it. Time was all she had. It was peace. It was heaven. Shivering I scurried to the bathroom to shower.
1/22/11
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