a bone in the throat
Kairos, not to be mistaken with Chronos. The divine timing. That everything happens the moment it’s meant to and not a moment sooner. I find myself hesitating in case I’ve got it wrong. Perhaps I shouldn’t commit these thoughts to words. Perhaps I shouldn’t announce them into being, where once born they can’t be reclaimed. How can I know if I have it right this … Continue reading a bone in the throat