Time is a relative relationship between two bodies. Now this is a very heady thought and not one that is convenient in the modern narrative. But we all learn to deal with this narrative that has outgrown its usefulness and we function within it to the best of our abilities. Being more of a spirit being it has always been a rub for me. I do my best for those around me, but in my heart I do not care what time it is. My body is my clock. My child is my clock. My garden is my clock. My love is my clock. Then there is the moon, the stars, the sun and love itself. So I ask you can you waste time? Can you waste something that doesn’t exist? I think it’s a bit of an oxymoron personally. Time is love. You can’t waste love. Love is love. Love is eternal and love just keeps coming. So really the idea of wasting time only exists in a different paradigm than the one I choose to focus on. If you are busy being present, or being in love, or working in a garden, or listening to birds sing, watching the waves on a beach, or nursing a baby or mapping your mind mind in meditation these are not wasted moments. These are are precious moments. Time is freedom. Time is wealth. Most of us feel like we don’t have enough time. I don’t know if wealth fixes everything but it does buy you time. Used properly wealth can free up your days so you can watch the grass grow, or go fishing or just sit with your child while she reads. It means you can make caramel or roux. It means that you have time for being grateful for being alive. So tell me baby what do you think I do with all my wasted time? I spent it loving you. 💋❤️🍄💀