music poetry WRITING

c h r o n o s

“I want my heart to be the thin place. I don't want to board a plane to feel the kiss of heaven. I want to carry it with me wherever I go. I want my fragile, hurting heart, to recognize fleeting kairos, eternal moments as they pass. I want to be my own mountain and my own retreat.” ― Anna White

A gold watch was my gift for five years of labor.

Thought: It didn’t fit me: physically, mentally, or spiritually. Recently I found it among a box of items I was unsure what to do with. The black leather strap was created for someone with petite wrists, and the face created for someone with a gracious disposition for acknowledgement by precious metal. I’d kept it solely for the logo, because I knew that before I and millions of others invested in their products, that at one time, there were no investors, and that at some point, people put their life on the line to make a pitch that resonated, and propelled them to worldly fame. It’s nice to acknowledge people for their work and commitment to mission, but it’s nicer when commitment to the people is the work and mission.

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