The Writings Of Tao Writer – Time

One of the activities I engage in everyday when possible is a walk along the Tomebamba River near my home in Cuenca, Ecuador. During this walking meditation my mind wonders along with that of the river. I love the sound of water. When the river is high, it blocks out the sounds of the city and my mind transcends to other worlds while my feet remain firmly in contact with the cobblestoned path. This path for a little while becomes a Yellow Brick Road into my own thoughts and life.

Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -)


“I have no where to be and no particular time to be there.” 

Wow! What a life I live. For much of my life on this floating orb, my time has been in the service of other. Corporations, relationships, people… immediately come to mind. Now my time is in service to me. Life is different when I am not responsible to or for others, nor their possessions. Time becomes more of the gift it is. It is the same body, heart and mind only aged with experience, chance and destiny. It has taken time. Seventy one years. Twenty six thousand days give or take a rotation or two of the planet. There is a particular freedom that comes with control of one’s time. Time no longer controls me.


Random thoughts and experiences while I walk and live to The Roll of the Rio Tomebamba.