This then is the big question for me right now. I want to desperately slow times passing.
So as an experiment , starting today one hour is spent in silence.
The outward landscape of silence is easy, having always been a solitary person.
But the internal landscape ‘quieting those little grey cells’ is a bigger challenge.
I will embrace this idea for a month before reflecting on it.
It should be possible, after all childhood days were the length of eternity. Isn’t it because we engaged directly with the world without thought and reflection?
Just saw our reclusive resident white squirrel climb the oak tree. Already a bit of magic from that endeavour.