SANDGLASS.

Since I’ve been carrying this big, heavy sandglass around with me.

My life has changed completely.

And for the better, I must add.

Because I’ve stopped wasting time.

A Reminder.

Carrying such a big, heavy sandglass around.

Is inconvenient.

It makes me so tired.

And sometimes.

When I look at it.

And I watch the sand moving.

From the top half.

To the bottom half.

I get teary.

Nevertheless.

It such an important reminder for me.

Especially because my sandglass.

Is heavier at the bottom.

Than it is at the top.

Izobel’s Sandglass. 

Izobel’s sandglass is exactly the same size as my sandglass.

And, just like my sandglass.

The sand trickles from the top half.

To the bottom half.

In exactly the same way.

And at exactly the same rate.

And even though she is a teeny-tiny 3 years old.

She carries her sandglass with such ease!

In fact, she doesn’t even notice it’s there.

But she will.

In time.

The Sand. 

These days.

I set my heavy sandglass down next to me.

Wherever I am.

And whomever I am with.

And as my eyes flick between the sand.

The falling sand.

And this person I am choosing to spend that sand on.

I look for things.

I look for things in whoever I am with.

I look for generosity.

Kindness.

Openness.

Unselfishness.

Wisdom.

And warmth.

And if I see these things.

I am comfortable spending sand on that person.

Sand that I will never have again.

And if I do not see these things.

I leave.

And I go to wait for Izobel.

Sandglass. 

Since I’ve been carrying this big, heavy sandglass around with me.

My life has changed completely.

And for the better, I must add.

Because I’ve stopped wasting time.