"The soul doesn't wear a watch," yoga expert and HuffPost blogger Ashley Turner recently wrote.
Having undergone severe heartache last year, she took time off to reflect, go inward and heal from her loss while eliminating any extraneous input from the outside world.
She reminds me of myself.
A year ago I stopped watching TV. I rarely listen to the radio. I am careful with whom I spend time. After reading about Ashley's own experience, I realized it was my soul, ripped wide open, that needed a special kind of time, but not the conceptual type of time embedded in Chronos, that linear, 12 0'clock, 1 o'clock, 2 o'clock narrow understanding of time "marching on". Chronos is an external mechanism that dictates our days, if we let it.
The soul, on the other hand, operates in Chairos, "a time of transcendence, time of the Soul, right-brained -- when something magical happens", Ashley writes. It is the place of no expectations, of silence and of extraordinary love. No wonder I couldn't force a faster result as my soul limped along. It cried out in so many ways that I ignored until it got so loud, I had to screech to a halt and step outside time altogether.