Days no longer have a particular feel for me. I could usually wake up in the morning and have a sense of what day it was. Friday, Saturday, Sunday Monday...they were ingrained into my sensory field and I knew what they felt like. For awhile I could continue to find the day's energy if I put some effort into it, but I have now lost even that ability.
For me, time has collapsed.
As long as you are still keeping a grip on space, you should be fine.
ReplyDeleteAlmost out of there?
Jennifer
p.s. I would have always imagine you drifted in timelessness!
I was raised that the only time is the right time. As in time for bed, time to plant, time to harvest, time to wake up, time to gather, etc; No days of the week, no hours of the day. After years and years and years of schedules,I love, once again to live in stept with a natural clock!
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