|How much time did it take for these icicles to form? Do "they" care?|
Today, Yesterday, & Tomorrow I am, was, will be thinking about time. Each day my list is seldom completed. Each day something seems to come along that causes me to stray from my idea of how I should spend my time. The simple act of heating something for 3 minutes in a microwave can cause me to wonder. I am amazed at times how much I can do in 3 minutes...stoke a fire, read an email, put away the dishes. Other times, I wait for what feels like an eternity for those 3 minutes to pass. Like waiting for the rice bag to heat when I am exhausted, then the beep, beep, beep means I will be able to lie down in bed and sleep.
There are folks all around me dealing with different aspect of what time means. I have a family member who has to had an accident that requires her to not bare weight on one leg for 3 months of time. A friend who has to make the dreaded trip to the vet wishing there was more time with a beloved dog. Another who is transitioning out of 10 year marriage looking at the was and will be. Someone else, that is wondering if it is time to seek medical attention or see if these symptoms will pass with time.
At this juncture, this interval, this point, allotment, interval, infinity, eternity, instant, stretch, this moment I am "behind" with all of my ideas of what would be done in my life at this time. Nevertheless, (<--love that word) I am at peace. Looking back, forwards and all around I see that nothing but the present moment matters. The past week I spent those twinkles of time enjoying young people, my son and his lovely young woman friend. The work will still be there and the time will flow along. I will still wonder about it's passing and what seem like an uneven tempo.
- Albert Einstein
The time you enjoy wasting is not wasted time.
- Bertrand Russell
The illusion we control our lives
To some extent.
The promise that we will fail
Managing our time.
The inspired though that somehow humans
Control their lives.
The grand façade that we are
Masters of Earth.
The great joke everyone buys into
Thinking humans disciplined.
Sad reality that one unknown day
Our incarnation ends.
© 2013 Dr. Joseph W. Schnapp, Jr., Ph.D., D.D.