a chest full of needlefelted creations, paintings and ramblings
Thursday, 5 December 2013
Tempus fugit, small thoughts on time
Sad Time by Sergey Kondrashov
We can't touch it, smell it, see it flying away from us and yet it is one of our most precious possessions. Time to savour, time to watch, time to listen, time to share, time to just sit in silence and be. We squander it, waste it and use it up on the wrong things. It can be stolen from us and,once gone, never be given back.