I'm doing laundry today and thinking about cycles. Not just wash cycles, but activities that become so routine that we stop noticing them. For example, we all watch night become day, morning become afternoon, then evening turn into night. A repeating cycle of apparent movement even though I know in my heart that it's not time that's passing, it is I who am choosing to use a convenience, a way of measuring distance that helps my life make sense. If I forget about keeping track of Time and just move as I'm able and watch how everything seems to move around and through me, then I'm fine. I can make myself anxious if I pay too much attention to Time, by telling myself that I must "hurry up" or "slow down," or "do this quickly before," or "wait until after... ." Time after time I must remind myself that I am timeless.