Am continuing to experiment with the aspects of time rushing by, plodding by, or passing by in a satisfying, purposeful, wouldn’t-change-it- a-bit way.
Today is the latter so I take note with renewed interest and focus.
Seems the factors are both external and internal. A good night’s sleep (in spite of some major stresses which shows that we can ‘wear’ circumstances, they don’t have to ‘wear’ us: but that is for discussion some other time), a sunny day with bouts of the finest of mist to keep nudging awareness, ‘doors and windows wide’ – both temperature and attitude (and it’s January, and it’s Canada), a focus on intent of observing just what feels ‘right’ and to flow with it. Like writing this web log when I could be working on the column for the newspaper. Risking that if I do the ‘could’ instead of the ‘should’ the ‘should’ will fall into its proper spot and get done. I’ve done it before with success. Why the doubt, hesitation now? Slow learner, perhaps. And there’s tea with a friend later on to look forward to. A nice lunch planned before that. Two knitting adventures in the ready-set stage waiting on my – go. And always the novels ready to respond to pencil or keyboard. Seems like it’s the ingredients in some sort of amiable mixture or connectedness. Whatever it is – whew and wow and hooray!
My eye ambles over to the clock – time continues to suit. A few minutes have gone by. Not the half hour or more of a galloping day. Not the few seconds of a vacuum-empty day. There is still time……… I am having fun in the playing with it.