Every now and then i make time. Find a space in the day for something completely non-essential. Like driving to school pick-up a just few minutes early so i can read poetry. Or listen to an old song i haven't listened to for years. Or do a wee bit of crochet. I know it's utterly indulgent as the washing piles up in the laundry, emails are waiting to be answered, the list of things that have to be done gets longer. But sometimes that few minutes is needed.
The notion of 'making friends' with time appeals to me. It marches on with such a fierce relentlessness. Do you feel it sometimes too? I'm feeling it these past weeks... the children are suddenly bigger, the weeks have felt shorter, the leftovers in the fridge have gone mouldy.