The hands of time

The hands of time offer sweet solace for all they hold, but like a thief in the night, they sneak their uninvited fingers upon your heart and catch you unaware. Unfolding the moment, scooping up velvet tears and bittersweet smears of weariness, before they pluck the days away.

One by one they’re gone, as quickly as they came. Their cries begin to subside and sound more like the words you need to hear, right when you need to hear them. You catch your own velvety tears and smears of weariness and trade them in for presence - to embrace it all, before ‘time’ makes them disappear once more. 

This ebb and flow of letting go, yet holding tight to breathe it in, is one thing She teaches us – the hands of time. And just like Spring, uncertain chaos makes way for change and in some strange way you realise that everything has its time and place. 

A cycle, a story, a rise, a fall and those thieving hands remind us ~ that all we have is NOW, so kiss those cheeks once more, smile at the milk that spills upon your floor. Dance wildly, wipe those tears, listen to their quietest fears; their loudest cries. Sing that lullaby just one more time and let love climb up and out of your heart, over and over.

And as you close your eyes to sleep, keep one eye open – and watch time as She plucks the day away, and don’t forget to say thank you for Her offering of sweet solace, as you embrace whence and why she came.