I met my late husband, Robin, on a quiet day at an event led by him entitled “The Poet’s Eye”. It was about seeing life the way the poet or artist does – without preconceptions, categories or judgment – open to perceiving the divine touch at work within time. Robin opened the day with the words “All time is God’s time.”
Robin’s memory of me on that day of our first encounter was of my leaning forward, eager to learn, sitting on the edge of my seat. Once we were married, the characteristic indicator that I was home from work was, apparently, the sound of my footsteps bounding up the stairs to greet him. These examples typify my approach to time. I like to get things done, and quickly.
