A reflective essay exploring how awareness of impermanence shapes our lived experience of time. Beginning with a song that evokes memories, the piece moves through personal reflections on parenting, aging, and seasonal transitions, then into research on interoception and time perspective. It weaves together embodied psychology and everyday life to ask whether attention to the body and to fleetingness can alter the felt texture of time itself.

A front-door robin’s nest became an unexpected meditation in patience. As we watched eggs hatch and fledglings grow, one adolescent bird lingered at the nest’s edge for days—still, observant, unhurried—while we cheered him on to fly. What looked like hesitation revealed something deeper: a quiet attunement to timing. A reminder of presence, and how easily we mistake stillness for being stuck.

Last Sunday I came to yoga class and almost left before it even started. My attention felt completely scattered and even my breath felt inaccessible. Surprisingly, what helped wasn’t forcing concentration, but gently returning my gaze to one steady place. This is drishti: the practice of directing attention and noticing how where we place our focus shapes our experience- on and off the mat.

This modern life can feel like an endless stream of tasks: emails, meals, laundry, bills, appointments. And what happens when we pause long enough to see the ordinary world differently? Reflections on divine play, grocery stores, princess dresses, and learning to remain open to wonder.