She rarely sits down to contemplate, to really be with herself. Most of the time she finds herself working to survive or beat the system.
At other times, when he enjoys some free time, he loves to play with his canine friends. So, between hugs and frolics one day he realizes.
She doesn't stop to put it into words, she just understands that all those hours that were gone, that caught her on the bus ride or those that were accounted for at her job, are worthless.
It was never the time, it wasn't the hours, it was just sitting down to observe herself, freeing herself and sailing against the current, that's where the ideas come from.
When you forget the concept of an hour, everything is harmony, then you can fly and you are at peace.
She leaves the hours behind and time stands still; when she begins to go deep, into the most wonderful, she reflects and knows herself. She is inside herself.
Photography by Bill Dane
