Sometimes time can feel as if it is hanging… the moment before something wonderful or terrible happens can last far longer than the clock tells us. These moments of suspended time, where we are locked in a never-ending moment, are little windows into another way of experiencing the world.
Sometimes, we need to invent our own little pockets of time to encourage a seeing, being, living that is somehow more full than it might have otherwise been. It is possible that watching a sunset, looking up at the sky to see the sun falling behind the skyline, might be a good way to try and make space for seeing.
Last night, some of you saw a view you’ve likely seen before, from a place you’ve possibly been before. Hopefully, it was different this time. If not, maybe it will be next time…