Tide: the rise and fall of sea; a change of state, physical or emotional; a period of time.
I ponder on the beauty of the rise and fall of water, our contact with the force of moon, the spin of earth, and pull of sun. I think of how love can be as endless in its movement dependent on another, of how I feel as creature of the shore, by nature washed between the land and sea.
I know a person whose wishes become their memories. At first, those around her felt she was playing them, but gradually it became clear that her certainty was genuine.
I ponder on how memory is as much built from a fabrication of what we hope and fear as that which occurred.
I like the phrase 'taking time', as if we can ever grasp such a thing.
Perhaps when we give over our time we afford it the opportunity to consider and care for it more, whether it be a person, place, or action.
If I do not take my time, if I do not give my time, I never quite reach where I wish to go.