Time moves slow; we are born geomancers. The sit following breaths and letting thoughts be & go is a sometimes even painful reminder that we are rushing, we are not being rushed. I actually have no where to go & nothing that needs to be done.
Think carefully on this when it’s quiet – boredom & stiffness is life at its finest. So, when lsist are making demands remember that. This life is mine & can’t be bought. I am freedom incarnate, tracks without blood in the snow. Life is slow.