A Strategic Walk to an Internal Clock

Have you ever walked a certain way you knew you'd never walked again? Moved a certain way, and thought, I'd like to have that back? I take back all the times I shuffled down the block, and wish to exchange them for one moment of merry dancing in my hallway, late at night.

If twice around the block you sniff the same rose, and twice you sense it strong, then perhaps it's time to plant your own, to have the stimulus nearby. But if once you sense it strong, and once you sense it weak, think not that it does not enter you. It is that simply too much has entered you. Too much for your nose to take. It has been overwhelmed by sense and mandates a break.

So, with your cooperation, we will twice begin the day. Once early, to catch the full dawn, and the second time shortly after when the news of all that is creeps in and the day scatters and grows.

And there is not one other thing to think. Not one other thing. For at least an hour. You are on the cutting edge of time and space. On the brink of what is becoming. So here we pause, and here we rest. What comes next is of the moment and to be trusted.