how to take your time

When we arrived last night the gray clouds hung like a veil over the mountains.  This morning the curtains have lifted and we have a front row seat to the beauty of the Shenandoah Valley.

Long weekends are a gift.

Regular weekends are a tease. 

By the time you get relaxed, it’s Saturday and you’re already faced with the end the very. next. day.  Today I’m relaxed and I still have a day between me and Sunday. 

I don’t care what people say. 

Time doesn’t pass the same all day every day.  Each minute doesn’t move at the same 60 second pace.  The more I hurry the more time accelerates.  When I slow, time slows.

So slowly I will step into this time away with the one I love most in the world.  I will hold carefully each moment of celebrating each year…all ten of them…that we have shared as husband and wife.

How do you take your time?

I usually take mine fast and furious but this weekend I take it slow and sacred.  In fact, I don’t think I will take it at all.  No grabbing and hoarding of minutes and hours.  I am choosing to slow down enough to let time take me…somewhere worth going…somewhere worth being.

You don’t need a long weekend away to change how you take your time.  So whether your weekend is long or short let’s all take a deep breath and say together – time, come slowly, and hold me right here.

Happy slow, sacred weekend, friend.