Tag: time

  • Shore of Memories

    “Life is like a taxi. The meter just keeps a-ticking whether you are getting somewhere or just standing still.”

    Lou Erickson

     

    Life indeed will pass by whether you are in the middle of a 60-day yoga challenge or not, whether you are waiting to begin or beginning where you are, days continue to move.

    Even the day itself seems to go by, daylight, darkness, one breath, on pose, we simply can’t stop it; we can stop, but it doesn’t stop.

    That is why the 60-day challenge is such a challenge, like life, it doesn’t wait until you are ready, each day like a peaceful breath arises and falls.

    We join the day, we join the moment, we play in time, but we don’t rule time.  We ride time like a wave rushing towards the shore, and then it disappears and a new one arises. 

    We get up each day on a new wave of time.

    Our free will decides if we sit and stare or participate, either way we are on the wave of time.

    Some days we may kick and scream going against the wave, others we simply lay back and let it flow away.  The wave doesn’t care one iota what you do it just flows away.  That is what time does it is just being time.

    It is a rhythm you have to catch, a flow you have to dance upon, it is there for our benefit, the backdrop behind all things.

    As this day unfolds see how much you can do on this one wave, before it crashes to the shore of memories.

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  • Punctuate the day!

    What I discovered yesterday is that everyone has to do some things every day that would be labeled work, some we get paid for and some we just do so we can eat or have clean clothes.

     

    It isn’t about what we do, but our attitude doing it.

     

    My freedom comes in what kind of mail lady will I be.  I bring me and I bring with me an attitude.

     

    I feel I have much power over my attitude, or at least the power of acceptance and being present with whatever appears.

     

    It is much easier to live that way then to be in one place wishing you were in another.

     

    Being a stay at home mom, there were tasks that I didn’t enjoy and lately find myself wanting to do less and less of the household jobs, so maybe working outside of the home will erase them from my job list.

     

    It almost feels like I am graduating again, that a new part of my life is opening up and I get to do something new. 

     

    In Elizabeth Lesser’s book “Broken Open” she discusses how she had to change the kind of mom she was when her kids left home and became young adults.  I understand that.

     

    That there is a time when the job ends, when it’s no longer required, and we have to change.

     

    As our lives change we change, we flow and bend as it does.  If we don’t then we will be hanging on when we should be letting go, refusing to bend we will snap.

    The more I am a working girl, the more the household chores are shared, bringing the kids into that extra part of life, the part that has no pay, but needs to be done anyway.

     

    When I am out each day, it evens up the playing field, I became one of them, I too am gone all day, and we all come home wishing there was a mom there cooking, cleaning and getting our clothes washed.

     

    It becomes a tag team effort, we each do some of each job and the job gets done. 

     

    This has been a great opportunity to get a preview of what it would be like if I worked full time.  The part I haven’t brought in was the Art expression.  I let most of that go.  I wasn’t able to maintain creating while working 6 days a week.

     

    It is up to me to carve out space, to block out time that is just for me, it is my responsibility to be creative, it will not just leap at me.

     

    After today I have two days in a row off, I will decide how I spend them! 

     

    We are the ones spending our life.  Imagine that, we are spending, we are taking our lives and using it, we are the ones who decide how will I spend my day, my free hours, and my time.

     

    With free will we decide how to spend our lives, how we either abuse or disuse so much time, like there is an unlimited amount there.

     

    We don’t need to hoard it, but neither do we need to toss it aside, instead we should be aware of the generosity that is laid out for us each day.

     

    Our time stretches out each day, and we can either place well-enjoyed moments, or flop down angry attitudes, we layout our lives, moment by moment.

     

    We decide what we lay down each day.

     

    See it like a patchwork quilt, and each hour is connected to the next, what will your quilt look like at the end of the day, how much contrast, how much texture is laid out?

     

    Even on my working days, I should add just a smidgeon of color, of wild enjoyment, even if it is just a hour, it will punctuate the day.

     

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  • Ahead of time.

    It has been 10 days since my brother and I shared any communication, no emails, no texts, and certainly not a phone call, in silence our relationship is on pause since our last phone conversation.

     

    The silence isn’t pregnant, or full of potential hurtfulness, but rather a soft silence, a silence that is healing and one that we both respect and participate in, but I still miss him.

     

    While he has been sitting in silence, meditating, and being still, as well as doing selfishly for others, I am doing the opposite.

     

    I am working more, crunching more and more into the space of a day, instead of keeping spaces of stillness and peace.

     

    I miss the quiet times, the space allowed to sit and stare at the fire in the fireplace, the pondering of fabrics, colors and design, I miss just doing as I feel, instead of feeling forced into moving.

     

    Delivering mail we are always fighting with time.  This is the first job ever that I had where I feel time is fleeting and the job too large to squeeze in.

     

    I have been doing two routes this past week, one allows us a ride in the country, so at least I get to view nature and find breathing space, the other in town feels really confusing.

     

    I wonder how it feels for him to step out of the time/space continuum and just be.

     

    I know now that I prefer the slower pace, the Artist way.

     

    Tomorrow he will call when his silence has broken, I am wondering if he broke the spell his mind has had on him, did he break through to be more present, settling down the racing mind.

     

    While he experienced the racing mind, I have been racing time and reality.  My slower meditative, contemplative mind is slammed into a hurry up reality.

     

    How will he like being back in his life again?  To once again join the human race.

     

    Isn’t it funny we call it the human race?

     

    What are us humans racing for?

    Is there a prize?  Is there a goal?

    Will those who race faster win this one?

    What is the purpose of this race?

    Who gets to decide how fast we run, where we run, and if we run?

     

    What if we just sit?

    What if we take ourselves out of the race and walk?

    What if we slow down and enjoy the scenery along the way?

     

    My whole life used to be living to get somewhere, now I am somewhere living.

     

    I am here now.

    I am sitting by my fireplace typing, I hear the fire crackling, and have a slight focus on time, but for now I sip my tea and put my thoughts on paper.

     

    Time is always present, but I am too.  We both jostle each other to grab this moment, more and more I win.

    I am ahead of time.

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