No plans, more potential

I did a radical thing. I deleted the repeat scheduling in my digital calendar holding time. Ironically, or perhaps tellingly, time I used to block and schedule with rigour and resolve, to meditate, move, write and practice other forms of reconnection and release.

For as long as I've had a digital diary, I've protected the hours around 5am and 8am, marked in either pale green or grey, to indicate the creativity of reading and the shift in light from dark to day reserved for spiritual practices. It's as though blocking the time and colour coding possesses it. It's a boundary, a gate, a portal and I must, without interference or delay, guard that time preciously, for the sake of sanity.

While I've removed the blocks, the intention still remains. Those hours are indeed precious. They are still devoted to peaceful awakening, to quietude and solace. Only the intention is so much a part of my way now, and the destractions are fewer and further, that the barriers can come down. I no longer feel the need to fiercely mark the boundary.