I could see up through the clear water and Owl, perched near the river's edge looked down at me. Eventually the solidness of my being was softened and loosened, and I moved with the water as tiny particles of sand and silt. Before the journey ended, I had once again washed up to shore, feeling myself become ground for the reeds and grasses on the riverbank. It was all one continuous motion. In this experience was the answer to my question.
Time is motion.
It is moving through me as I am moving through it. Time is force acting upon me as I exert my presence within it. Time is not the minutes of the clock or the hours between appointments. It is my very movement in the world, a world that is also moving. Using clocks and calendars as tools instead of rules will allow me to shape-shift, to see myself, and therefore my reality, as infinitely connected and expanding.