We invent things to make sense of all we don’t understand, we name the darkness and tell stories of the tiny pinpricks of light. We call them gods, these shapes of shine seated on a throne of emptiness. We watch the sun rise, we watch the sun fall, and we name all that in between as time. Time is an invented thing, relative only to our proximity to heavier things than ourselves, relative only to our distance from happiness, from sorrow, from ecstasy, from ache. There is a burning in us, some pull to something stronger than these earthly restraints, but we’re here, and so to make sense of this never-ending longing we cannot find a name for, we speak of hours, we whisper of final minutes before we believe we’ll arrive where we’ve been waiting to arrive.
Years ago, Nina Simone called time a "dictator"...that's always stayed with me, because the truth is we've collectively agreed to its restrictions. What would life be like outside of time? A question I ponder frequently, as I've learned to surrender more and more to what the universe wants to reveal rather than trying to exert control. The answer is that outside of time in really just now. Presence is all we really ever have. 💗
I love the concept of time and the intransigency of "now." I like feeling whether I consider time to be passing slowly or quickly. I am astounded at the difference between how slowly or quickly a week feels it is passing and the hindsight of "I can't believe a week just passed, just like that!"
Another weird time factoid that kills me - an average life span is only 900 months. That seems like a blink when I think of how slippery one month is. It gives me a panicky feeling. There is not enought time!!
Time is weird in its linearity and our sense of non-linear memory and feel. I am convinced of its wrinkles and yet never seem to be in one.
No matter what, our lives and loves are beholden to it - and yet, from our physical, time-limited bodies, we create timeless touches and creations that will exist through time beyond us, in others, in the wind, in space.
Such an exquisite description of time. Would love to post this and tag you. May I have that honor? Wanted to check since I know your newsletters are highly sought after and you want people to join to read them. ❤️
Years ago, Nina Simone called time a "dictator"...that's always stayed with me, because the truth is we've collectively agreed to its restrictions. What would life be like outside of time? A question I ponder frequently, as I've learned to surrender more and more to what the universe wants to reveal rather than trying to exert control. The answer is that outside of time in really just now. Presence is all we really ever have. 💗
I love the concept of time and the intransigency of "now." I like feeling whether I consider time to be passing slowly or quickly. I am astounded at the difference between how slowly or quickly a week feels it is passing and the hindsight of "I can't believe a week just passed, just like that!"
Another weird time factoid that kills me - an average life span is only 900 months. That seems like a blink when I think of how slippery one month is. It gives me a panicky feeling. There is not enought time!!
Time is weird in its linearity and our sense of non-linear memory and feel. I am convinced of its wrinkles and yet never seem to be in one.
No matter what, our lives and loves are beholden to it - and yet, from our physical, time-limited bodies, we create timeless touches and creations that will exist through time beyond us, in others, in the wind, in space.
Profound......WOW
Such an exquisite description of time. Would love to post this and tag you. May I have that honor? Wanted to check since I know your newsletters are highly sought after and you want people to join to read them. ❤️