This clock has been hanging on the wall in my bedroom for over a year and a half. It’s hands gave out a long time ago at 12. Might seem insignificant …. and it has for a long time until this morning ….
It use to hang at the top left corner, above the image of our Lady of Guadalupe and every morning I wake up I took notice that time has not moved. Yet, this morning, with no reason, I decided to finally bring it down to hang a new picture.
After hanging the picture and drinking my cup of coffee, I realized that something struck me (and it wasn’t the hour hand or the gong from a clock tower …). This desert period this past year and a half in my spiritual life felt like time ‘standing still’ — a period of reflection, a period of drinking and being nourished, a period of rediscovery —- hence, the stilled clock.
Yet, at the dawn of a new beginning, this picture reminds me that the desert period has reached its end …. and ahead is a new adventure. #grateful.