I looked for the moon this morning when I opened the curtains. How long since I wrote about the full moon? Seems like weeks, surely it should have returned by now. Time feels elongated, stretching and coiling away behind me, the year barely started yet piling up thoughts and experiences – well, to be honest, mainly thoughts. ;) Not dragging exactly, just spreading itself thinly, like the smoke rising and coiling from the incense sticks as I do my morning meditation.
Why do we procrastinate? Things which are really quite small and insignificant grow until they become monstrous and looming, and we hide away from them, turn our backs, try to ignore them, and the longer we leave them, the harder it is to make ourselves grasp them and get them done. And meanwhile, the time drifts away, curling and floating in the air, long, thin wisps of grey that dance and dissipate before our eyes, returning to nothing.