The ripening red sunset over Austin's luscious lake was worth a photo.
'Stop the car please,' I asked my friend.
'No, we're already late. It's a lecture on spirituality and time. We must be on time,' she said emphatically.
'Please,' I said, just as emphatically. 'If we live in a spiritual realm, we create our own time.'
She braked by the Mozart Cafe. 'I'm not happy. We'll be late.'
I walked to a terrace to shoot the deepening red water reflection of air.
'Would you please take a photo of me, with the sunset?' a lady asked.
My friend won't feel happy, but it feels OK. 'Of course.'
She passed her camera and posed. Toots from my friend's car tried to hurry me. There's no hurry. Time doesn't feel an issue. I waved to my friend in the car, and remarked to the lady, ''That's a beautiful angel broach you're wearing.'
'Well,' the lady said, 'I am a real angel.'
So this is why I'm ignoring the toots. 'I've written a book about angels like you,' I replied, 'and teach angels on earth.' More toots came from the car.
'Really?'
I nodded.
'How can I study with you?' she asked.
I was just about to reply when a man nearby exclaimed, 'Did you say you've written a book on angels?'
A longer toot came from the car. I nodded.
'This is destiny!' the man exclaimed. 'I'm just reading books on angels. Can you teach me as well?'
'Of course. I'll teach an angel course in Austin.'
I photographed the lady, man, his son, and the sunset, and returned to the car. My friend was livid. 'We're so late now.'
'We're never late if we're doing spiritual work,' I replied. 'Everything's good in God's time.'
'The theatre won't wait. It's a lecture on spirituality and time, and we won't be on time!'
'I met two angels to help them. God's time is different. We'll get there easily.'
'It starts in half an hour. But it'll take an hour to get there. We'll be half an hour late.'
'Please don't worry. Angelic time is different.'
She wouldn't listen so I kept silent.
At the theatre, announcements stated, "We're sorry for the delay. People are still arriving. We'll start when most are here."
We weren't too late, we were too early. I didn't say a word, even when the lecturer opened with comments that "Spiritual time is different to Earth time..."
'Stop the car please,' I asked my friend.
'No, we're already late. It's a lecture on spirituality and time. We must be on time,' she said emphatically.
'Please,' I said, just as emphatically. 'If we live in a spiritual realm, we create our own time.'
She braked by the Mozart Cafe. 'I'm not happy. We'll be late.'
I walked to a terrace to shoot the deepening red water reflection of air.
'Would you please take a photo of me, with the sunset?' a lady asked.
My friend won't feel happy, but it feels OK. 'Of course.'
She passed her camera and posed. Toots from my friend's car tried to hurry me. There's no hurry. Time doesn't feel an issue. I waved to my friend in the car, and remarked to the lady, ''That's a beautiful angel broach you're wearing.'
'Well,' the lady said, 'I am a real angel.'
So this is why I'm ignoring the toots. 'I've written a book about angels like you,' I replied, 'and teach angels on earth.' More toots came from the car.
'Really?'
I nodded.
'How can I study with you?' she asked.
I was just about to reply when a man nearby exclaimed, 'Did you say you've written a book on angels?'
A longer toot came from the car. I nodded.
'This is destiny!' the man exclaimed. 'I'm just reading books on angels. Can you teach me as well?'
'Of course. I'll teach an angel course in Austin.'
I photographed the lady, man, his son, and the sunset, and returned to the car. My friend was livid. 'We're so late now.'
'We're never late if we're doing spiritual work,' I replied. 'Everything's good in God's time.'
'The theatre won't wait. It's a lecture on spirituality and time, and we won't be on time!'
'I met two angels to help them. God's time is different. We'll get there easily.'
'It starts in half an hour. But it'll take an hour to get there. We'll be half an hour late.'
'Please don't worry. Angelic time is different.'
She wouldn't listen so I kept silent.
At the theatre, announcements stated, "We're sorry for the delay. People are still arriving. We'll start when most are here."
We weren't too late, we were too early. I didn't say a word, even when the lecturer opened with comments that "Spiritual time is different to Earth time..."
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