Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree of Truth.
Sometimes I mark off days on my calendar, invisibly, and Â people Â misunderstand. Â They Â like Â to tell Â me Â that Â I shouldnâ€™t be marking things off, as if all the time between two points is wasted time. They see only the two events, like poles in the distance, and not the wires and connections between or the net that I build.
But time is never wasted. And I do mark it because itâ€™s worth marking.
Yes, Iâ€™ve marked those days off on my calendar, Â but theyâ€™ve been Â very, very full. Full of learning and full of living, of loving. Not perhaps Â in the visible way others might require, but nothing is lost or wasted.
The net I construct is a tight and shimmery web of information and desire. They donâ€™t see it. Theyâ€™re looking for wood and steel and rubber constructed Â between two poles in a solid structure that has utility for them.
But itâ€™s the net between that carries the electricity Â of my existence, and it crackles with possibility.