Timelessness

Ramana asks me, “So, how many days left?”

This question really got me. I didn’t have an answer. I could have had an answer. But I really was not counting.

I think I really like being here for the time being. Right now, that time is timeless in my head.

I answered, “7 more months.” Something about this counting had me undone – a dimension of my life that I had joyfully ignored is back. Time. Not so much fun.

It’s not that I like Italy too much and do not want to return home. It’s just that being here made me own time, so much that I didn’t care.