Me.

Time, I am chasing time, time is all that matters, time for this and no time for that, and we have only a little time to finish, time for the next task, time to be done, time to go, time to do this and time to do that.

 

Who is in charge of this? Time?  What is time and who decides the amount of time and when time is running out?

Time seems to overshadow or overrule or eclipse the life in front of it.

 

Time is fleeting, time is racing, time is dragging, time is gone, time. There seems to be a well of time which is either overflowing or empty and it is endless and ever changing illusive a thief a magician, into thin air.

 

If not time, it is the task.  The task it seems takes over for time.

 

It is now time to do the wood, so we race to complete the task in record time.  No breaks, no play and there is not time for nonsensical laughter!  No time for the task is at hand.

 

Tasks and time are the rulers of the earth, and people are running fast behind or speeding ahead endlessly racing to catch up, to finally complete, to gain the edge on time and task!

 

We have lots of construction in our little town, and they have us going backwards where we used to go forwards, down one- way streets going in the wrong direction. Like counter clock wise! 

 

We are being shown a new side of our same little town, the other side of buildings that for years we neglected to see.  We are seeing roads we never traveled on, because they were just a little off the beaten trail.

 

It had me pondering just how much in life is the same?  Where are we just mindlessly following and doing repeatedly without seeing another side?

 

Do we need detours of death and sickness to get us to travel in a new direction, to see things differently, does life give us detours to slow us down, to toss out time and task and see relationships along the way?

 

I can relate to road construction, to ‘slow’ signs, to feeling inept in familiar places, to see things that seem backwards, even if the territory is familiar.

 

Tragedies in life are like construction zones, we have to learn how to navigate heading in a new direction.

 

Construction zones are for improvements and perhaps so are tragedies, they are there to remind us where we are focusing our attentions.

 

I have learned that time and project can’t be as important as individual.  That time will pass without me paying attention to it, it doesn’t need my assistance, it comes and it goes without my direction. 

 

During my inner construction I was given the opportunity to see other sides of many things and that has made improvements in my world. 

 

When you take away time and task what is left in the space?

Who is standing there and what is your relationship?  Drop the titles and see beneath.

 

Who is standing there in time, who are we missing as we focus on time, who is running after time, who is forever ahead of time, who slips away as we chase another task?

 

Is it time we are chasing and losing or is it ourselves?

Did we lose ourselves in time?

Or did we find ourselves just in time.

 

Time fades away in the moment of now, it stops.

 

I am here now one point in time.

Me.