"A day isn’t just a standard measure, all the same size so each fits on a calendar page. 

A day is a period of light, an astronomical event....

The broad swath of the sun’s light rolls upward from the darkness, 

morning after morning, and then we roll outward into the ocean of stars at night. 

It seems extravagant, a glorious squandering of motion to give light, 

and life, to the grasses bending under the breeze, 

slowly retracting their shadows as the sun begins to climb."   

What if I was aware every day, in every turn of the calendar page, of the "glorious squandering of motion to give light and life?  I was reminded of the text, "Make the Most of Time" and the mixed forces of preserving, treasuring, relishing and reserving time.  To live fully I have to protect this precious gem of my time so judiciously while squeezing it with abandon.     

Cathy