It is time

It is time

Time is a funny thing. There never seems to be enough of it, and yet, we make it work for us, fitting in with the ticking and passing of the units it gives us. I sometimes wonder what the world was like before these units of time, and often think […]

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Watch sinking in the sand. Time is running out

It’s that time

It’s that time. What I mean is, it is time for a change. Time for me to change or rather, time for me to be changed. And so, after a long discussion at the weekend, some changes have been put in place. I am ashamed to say that I think […]

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Hiding from Time

I am hiding from time. It seems to keep creeping in, and creeping up, and catching me off guard. Can it see me here? Will it find me? Or can I sit here and be safe for a while? I want these moments. I want to take them and grow […]

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No 7 and No 8 – the gifts of time

My instruction for today: On the 7th day your Dom gave to you: on a very busy day for Missy, the gift of time. When you go to bed tonight I want you to lay in bed naked and lightly touch yourself, as you do. I want you to take […]

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