What’s the thing you’re most scared to do? What would it take to get you to do it?
I’m scared of being late, of missing what’s true,
the moments that slip if I rush right through.
Late to people, chances, the whisper of now,
time taps my shoulder: slow down somehow.
What it would take is trusting the clock a bit more,
and choosing presence over hurry, somehow evermore.
Simi says... 