When I read the obituary about Sister Wendy one thing she said struck me. “I’m not a critic. I’m an appreciator” she said in 1999, “I think great art opens us not just to the truth as an artist sees it, but to our own truth . . . You’re being invited to enter into the reality of what it means to be human.”
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“I wasted an hour.”*
Too often in the industrialized world we’re so focused on productivity—filling every tiny second with something that will lead to something else—that we forget the importance of time.
The true importance. Not as something to be quantified, managed or exchanged, but as something that’s useful, flexible and wonderful.
Too often we don’t understand how much so.
When’s the last time you said that? Or been that?
Applause is wonderful.
It feels fantastic.