Marrakech: and a tale of adding hours

You know when you've had a really good weekend?  The kind where it's a weekend like others -- only 48 hours -- but yet, it feels as if it were longer somehow?  Like extra hours slipped in?  Like you managed to manipulate time in some curious Madeleine l'Engel way?

{Oh, why am I explaining?  I know you know what I mean.}

What I'm trying to say is that I want one of those sorts of weekends.  And I want one for you, too.  I think the key is to not let it rush by in some kind of blur.  But rather to savor it, to chew it slowly, to appreciate each moment and to say to yourself {often} Oh! I'm here right now!   And then be in it, really in it.

Because, after all, life is not just planning for the future.  It's where we are right now.

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