Showing posts with label time. Show all posts
Showing posts with label time. Show all posts

January 5, 2012

nearer to the divine


How long does it take you to get ready for bed? It takes me at least 1/2 hour. At a minimum I: straighten the living room, tidy the kitchen, set up the coffee pot, take the dogs out, put them to bed, wash my face, brush my teeth, get a glass of water, turn off the lights, check the locks, turn off the heat, THEN go upstairs, straighten the bed, gather my reading material and glasses, open the window, get undressed, and then, finally, get into bed.


Last night I realized, mid-routine, that I was irritated by this process. All the stuff I had to do was just a series of obstacles between what I'd been doing, and what I was going to do next. This part, the process, was somehow unworthy of appreciation, or even notice, except as an aggravation. Strange, if you think about it (and I did, of course). Wasteful, really, to be irritated by 1/2 hour of every single day of my precious life. That's 182.5 hours a year.  7.6 days a year. Year after year after year. I spend an entire WEEK every year being pissed off about my bedtime routine. At the end of this ride I bet I'll wish I'd spent those weeks differently. Hell, I'm already wishing that!


And it's not just that time that's so ungratefully squandered. I get fussy about carrying in groceries, waiting in traffic, waiting for the dogs to potty, standing in checkout lines, looking for my glasses, waiting for a webpage to load for heaven's sake... and why? What would I do with that time if I could do something else with it? Climb a mountain, learn another language, paint a masterpiece, practice my mandolin, learn to play the ukulele I got for Christmas year before last, read more, laugh more, love more, live more? Probably not! Besides, most of those things are unavoidable, they have to be done, so it's not like I could actually opt-out anyway.


The only thing I can do, then, is choose to experience it differently. So that's my challenge: to recognize that all the moments of my life are precious, and to choose to appreciate them, or at least find a way to not resent them. Carrying in groceries may not be fun, but I could choose to sing instead of grumble while I do it. Getting ready for bed will still take me 1/2 hour, but I can choose to enjoy the fragrance of the soap when I wash my face, and the warm water on my hands. I can settle into the routine and remind myself that this is my life, moment by moment, and putting the dogs and the house to bed are sacred duties, and I'm fortunate to have them.


The bridges and stairways and stepping stones are more than just the way to get from a to b; they're part of the path, too, and more importantly, the path is ALL THERE IS.


How much time are you throwing away? What are you going to do about it?


"The lesson which life repeats and constantly enforces is 'look under foot.'  You are always nearer to the divine and the true sources of your power than you think. The lure of the distant and the difficult is deceptive.

The great opportunity is where you are.

Do not despise your own place and hour. Every place is under the stars, every place is the center of the world. Stand in your own dooryard and you have eight thousand miles of solid ground beneath you, and all the sidereal splendors overhead." - John Burroughs



June 24, 2011

noisy and colorfully


I have lots of things to say and share and show and tell, but the internet tonight is filled with molasses and tar and peanut butter and Sunday drivers and turtles and the checkout lines at Walmart and a month of Sundays and waiting for Christmas (if you're little) and everything else that's slow. It's taking 10 minutes to load one photo.

I can't be doin' that, naaaw, thas jes too slow for me!

Maybe tomorrow. And yes, I do realize I just posted to say I'm not posting.  SO?



Look, I don't want to wax philosophic, but I will say that if you're alive
 you've got to flap your arms and legs, you've got to jump around a lot, 
for life is the very opposite of death, and therefore you must at very least 
think noisy and colorfully, or you're not alive. 
 ~Mel Brooks



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December 27, 2009

fast away the old year passes


The very minute Christmas is over it feels like it's been over forever. The door is swinging closed on the old year and opening on the new.

I'm not one to make resolutions, per se, but January 1 is a nice clear delineation between what was and what will be. It's a good time to start things, or finish them. At the very least it's a good time to take stock, and make plans.

In the coming year -

I will move - and be moved - more often.



I will eat more healthy food, real food.


I will grow out my hair long enough to twist up into a messy knot. I will enjoy said knot, and not feel the need to tuck in all the loose ends. This is a metaphor for other areas of my life as well.


I will have more fun with my clothes.


I will sit by the fire, warming my toes, and read more.





I will spend more time in the garden, and in the woods.



I will lie on my back and watch the clouds drift by overhead.

I will embrace the light.

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It's going to be a very good year! What are you going to do with it?


fast away the old year passes,
fa la la la la, la la la la
hail the new, ye lads and lasses,
fa la la la la, la la la la





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November 29, 2009

each moment is a day


Time has flown. Can it really be so late? That past - remembered so well - seems like yesterday, but the face in the mirror tells the truth.  This year is almost over, and I add my voice to the chorus: How can it be? Where has the old year gone? Nostalgia is bitter and sweet.

I collect clocks, all vintage, most broken.  They are my amulets against the inevitable race to the finish. With them, time stands still.













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But what minutes!  Count them by sensation, and not by calendars, 
and each moment is a day.  ~Benjamin Disraeli


Clocks and Spoons 
by John Prine 

Clocks and spoons, empty rooms
It's raining out tonight
What a way to end a day
By turning out the light
Shoot the moon right between the eyes
I'm sending
Most of me to sunny countryside

Running through sky of blue
Rolling in the sun
Every day has a way
Of overflowing one
Shoot the moon right between the eyes
I'm keeping
Most of me in sunny countryside

Don't know how I did that now
Wonder where it's gone
Must've spent the way I went
Waiting for the dawn
Shoot the moon right between the eyes
I'm screaming
Take me back to sunny countryside.







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