The 25th Hour

Just minutes ago I was blaring down 27th street (not in the school zone of course) one minute behind my second appointment of the day.  It was just in time to swerve into the Market Basket parking lot that I remembered I had 59 minutes until that next meeting. In planning to meet with my homebound student I hadn't accounted for the time between 10:00 and 11:00. 

That gives me an extra hour today.  In addition to the planned twenty-four hours, another hour has sneaked in.

So here I sit

In perfect stillness

In the quiet

I'd already planned to worry and cook and do my running around  (and then there's sleep) for the other twenty-four hours, and now I've been handed this gift of an extra hour.

So I run through the long to-do list in my mind, thinking of how many chores I can fit in an hour.  And I then I decide!  I'll do....


I'll breathe

Be thankful; not worry


I'll simply be, without doing

Every day should have a 25th hour.

One with endless possibility

or the power of nothingness 

Teach us to number our days that we may get a heart of wisdom

Satisfy us in the morning with your unfailing love

Psalm 90:12,14a


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