When I can’t sleep, I visualise the roof opening up like a trapdoor. I shoot up into the night sky and look back down at the tiny speck of my body and remind myself that I’m just a minute part of this vast universe. My worries, although valid, are human in form, constructed with some imaginary ending. None of it’s real, neither the past, nor the future.

Time. What’s time? Is there really a January, February, year or clock? Make sure you get there in time. Don’t be late. Are you clock watching? Does time constrain our thoughts and reality? Nature doesn’t consider linear time; it responds to its connection with the whole. The seasons, the light, the alignment of the planets and stars, the ebb and flow of the tides. It remains connected. Always connected.

We have lost our way. Nature knows best.

Next time you feel overwhelmed by your humanness, flip open your roof, pull back the plaster in your mind and reconnect with the universe. 

It’s all an illusion; the time’s now.