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The Time of My Life

“How did it get so late so soon?

It's night before it's afternoon.

December is here before it's June.

My goodness how the time has flewn.

How did it get so late so soon??"

~ Dr. Seuss

I welcome the “dog days” of summer as Sirius shines brightly in the night sky. For me, this is a time of rest after a busy summer of teaching. The hot days encourage me to take it easy and reflect on where I have been and where I am going. I push the pause button on my life to take time for myself.

Time is such an interesting concept.

We humans depend on time to measure our lives, regulate our schedules, and plan for the future. When, in reality, we only have this moment in time.

Many of my clients who are confronted by a terminal illness get tied up in time. Some feel that they will not have enough time to complete goals. Those who suffer physical and emotional pain wish time would move more quickly. Both are stuck in time.

It is important to develop a practice to step outside of time.

This can be achieved through meditation, yoga, dance and ritual practices. My practice is to “journey.” Shamanic journeying is accompanied by a percussion instrument. The quick beat of a drum lulls the brain into a Theta state. In this state I step into a waking dream of vivid imagery. I can travel to alternate realities, learn from teachers and experience timelessness.

My most recent practice is to visit deep time by traveling hundreds of millions of years to the Paleozoic era which was a time of great change on the earth. The spaciousness of deep time loosens the limitations of human time in my life.

Is it time to ponder how time affects your life?

This month’s workbook introduces a Prognosis Declaration. If you are terminally ill, does knowing your life expectancy help you live better in the time you have left?

Come ponder time with me.

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