
Where does my time go?
Updated: Apr 10, 2022
Up & Out Early
How I love this.
Today I picked at least forty mushrooms growing by the ocean.
I remember watching King while admiring how gracefully he moves.
I walked.
I followed him up the slope of a dunn and walked upon a treasure of mushrooms growing everywhere.
I thought to myself, oh, my Husband loves these mushrooms.
Then a voice from deep inside said,” this is your time.”
I said again, “he loves these, it will make him happy.”
I paid no regard to me.
I did not respect my time.
My time, where does it go?
Till then...
