Of all the things in my life, one of the most precious is time. Perhaps that's because it seems like there is never enough of it. The to-do list is a mile long (on an "easy" day), the demands of others draining, and the rising and setting of the sun a constant reminder that life is moving regardless of whether we've used or wasted the day. That is why I find time so precious, although it is something that cannot be truly quantified, contained, measured, grasped. It's like trying to hold light -- you may think you've captured a beam, but when you look inside your cupped hands all you see is darkness.
I cannot bind time to me, but I can appreciate it and use it. That is why one of the most valuable gifts is the gift of time, an unexpected hour or evening or day that once was full is suddenly empty. The possibilities for that time seem endless.
What shall I do with today's unexpected gift? My mind revels in the possibilities, my body takes a breath of peace, and my heart sends up a prayer of thanksgiving for the blessing of time.