I have a short piece percolating, probably a poem with a short companion essay. I encountered the first inspiration yesterday when I read a poem Kylie Parsons titled The Moment Time Stood Still. https://medium.com/write-under-the-moon/the-moment-time-stood-still-24ecab4e12ea When I saw the the title I thought thought of a moment when I felt I had stepped outside of time, an experience I had about four years ago when I was writing a post about my dearly departed Lindsey's (soul's name Sitara) life review that I knew was ongoing and felt that I had been summoned into it.

"Sitara is in life review now and I wonder if her experiences with the slavemaster in that lifetime were just as or even more causative of behaviors presently being examined.

I just participated from here on Earth in my lover’s life review in Heaven! Were my thoughts read? Did we have discourse? Was I displayed on a viewer? Was I an avatar?" https://medium.com/new-earth-consciousness/christmas-tree-brain-results-in-black-slaves-from-the-1700s-making-love-in-2020-bae7d9867209

(But it turned out that Kylie's poem was about fear and being frozen in those moments.)

I jotted down in my creative cauldron the title of her post and a reference to what I just described and a reference to another moment where time appeared to stand still for me--the moment I first encountered one of my "soulmates."

Your post reminded me of another experience with time immensely slowing down--when I hit the perfect one hand backhand passing shot off of a really well hit and low ball. Professional athletes experience that often--when the same slows down for them. I experienced it once and i'll never forget it. Those moments of focus are meditative.