You always feel that you wish you had more time. Having virtually gone to the funeral of an Artist whose work I appreciated, I am in a whistful mood. What the hell is time anyway? You do until you don't right.All the time is stretched out before me and I have no idea what sort of hourglass I am looking at. Somehow I don't know what I am looking at.When that's the case, ones eyes become adjusted and what is felt is more on the inside. What am I made of? Where do I want to epxress? Particularly in this world right now where Israel and Iran are destroying the other and the world seems more uncertain than ever. So it is essential to pull back and be aware that although so much distracts and concerns and worries, you have the hourglass and you have to remember that.