Have you ever almost been late for something? Maybe you were almost late to someone’s wedding and found yourself dashing to the venue and scrambling to find a seat. Maybe you had to be led by an usher down a darkened aisle while the play was starting. Maybe you realized your own name was being called over the speakers at the airport (“final boarding!”) while you rushed to the gate. Maybe you brought a child to school who didn’t want to go after the doors had closed, the halls emptied into classrooms, when you arrived.
There’s always a reason, isn’t there, for being late? (Or many reasons!) Each one is like a pin piercing a piece of paper to the wall. Do they hold?
In all of these scenarios, what would it mean for the mind to quiet, the body to relax, and for the self to accept that in that moment, time isn’t lining up with your intentions?