Time is different up here. Schedules don’t exist like they once did.
Of course we still need to get up and eat and work. But it’s different somehow.
We are more bound by Time in a greater sense. Time we can’t control.
We may make plans, but when three moose are right outside our door munching on our quakies, our plans wait.
I find waiting easier here.
It’s easier to see that we control nothing (nothing except how we choose to wait). Waiting on nature’s time makes it easier to wait on the Lord’s time.
Nature’s time is so out of our control, yet it feels so completely right.
I feel slower, quieter, and more at rest.
I feel a part of a larger plan, instead of feeling so often that I, myself, am a major plan.