Today, as I wrote the date on a letter to a friend I realized that June is just around the corner. In several days the year will be half over. This realization causes me to feel disoriented. Spring will soon become summer and once summer is here, no doubts pumpkins will quickly appear at the market to herald autumn’s arrival.
Time. As a child, time seemed to stand still. A year seemed to stretch on forever. I couldn’t wait to be 10 then 12 then 16 and of course once my teens arrived I wanted to be 21. Twenty-one is a long way from from where I am now. At the age of sixty-three days pass by in a blink and the turning of the earth is nearly palpable. Everything seems transient, disposable, and to be moving at jet speed. Immediacy and speed seem to be a priority for mainstream culture.
All this causes me to STOP and reflect on how time is evaporating even as I write this…. or is it? When I STOP and reflect… when I get still and move out of my “thinking mind” to shift to the part of me that witnesses my endless thoughts I discover there is all the the time I need and then some. The witness part of me… my spirit… my soul… has no sense of time. Time, it’s been said, is eternal. Didn’t someone important tell us that?
So here are a few questions I want to explore in my journal today. Maybe you’ll want to play with these questions too. If so, share your responses in the comments section here at the bottom of this page. Today I’m asking myself…
What are some ways I can savor time each day?
How do the seasons remind me of the preciousness of every day, week, month?
How do I perceive I am ”wasting” time and is this a misconception? Is it truly possible to “waste” time?
How do I experience Kairos time…. the kind of time when I’m connected to my spirit and immersed in what I’m doing that I don’t experience the passage of time? What would it take to live in that state perpetually?
So these are my thoughts as I ponder the concept of time… of course as I’m experiencing the swift passage of time I’m aging. But that’s a topic for another day. Maybe I’ll write about that when I’m 80…. which at the rate things are going will be sooner than I can imagine.
