How did this happen? I remember when days seemed liked years. I remember when the night before Christmas lasted an eternity and when hours of bored nothingness seemed like ocean journeys to the end of the world. Now, I blink and I'm a year older. I look away, and when I return my gaze my children have grown inches. And what is a day but an endless to do list, a marathon of chores and errands and carpets that don't get vacuumed?
What I need -- what we need -- is a little kindness from Arianrhod, the Celtic moon goddess, keeper of the ever-spinning, never-ceasing Silver Wheel of the Stars. The Silver Wheel of the Stars is the wheel of the year. It controls the time-space continuum, making seasons seem like eons for ten-year-olds and heartbeats for forty-year-olds. If Arianrhod could just, would just, put one finger on her wheel, if she could just apply the smallest amount of friction....Well, I think I would finish one more thing on that list. And I would take those precious minutes and I would sit in the sun and listen to the wind, and I would make time stand still for at least a little while.