Gratitude * Sunday
Sunday’s heartfelt tradition.
A time to slow down, to reflect, to be grateful.
A list of gratitudes, our gratefulness feeds one another.
Quoted from Taryn Wilson
Joining the Gratitude Sunday Tradition at Wooly Moss Roots.
Sun warm on my back,
flesh does not miss vital rain
this glorious day.
And BAM! February 2015 is gone. How did you spend your time? Time is an interesting and unusual concept, isn’t it? You can see the progression of the day and the year. You can feel the progression of time in the body as each day we age and cells die and regenerate. You can lose time, waste time, make time, or be in time. Sometimes there is too much time, sometimes never enough. We label time by making calendars, naming months and weeks and days, and creating clocks and hours and minutes. We budget time by making schedules and appointments.
We are in time every minute. This minute is the only minute you have and every minute counts. The past is history. It’s gone and can’t be changed, though the memory of that past minute may be fluid and changeable. The future doesn’t exist except in your imagination, and dreams don’t always play out as planned even for the best laid. Dreaming is a good thing as is imagination as they can help define pathways and journeys and destinations. The real world favors delays and intermissions along the way, even on the smoothest of roads.
There was a time when time was spent gathering and producing food, in fact most of the day was spent on sheer survival. Production and preparation of real food still requires a great bit of time. But during that older time little money was generated and there was no need for running gear, gym memberships, and swimming suits. Now we spend our time earning money to support the house and car we didn’t build, to buy food we did not produce, to buy exercise to keep us “healthy”. We spend our money on vacations to get away from the stuff we spend so much time working all year to support.
Occasionally, I like to “waste” time. I take my shoes off, and walk around the yard, not talking to any body except myself, just feeling the air on my skin and the soil and grass under my feet, smelling each tree as I walk by. I like to sit on my porch and watch the street and the cars going by, the neighbors out walking or running, the bird and squirrel action in my yard, doing “nothing”. I spend my time being, not doing, knowing this time is important for me.
If you have children and are any kind of a parent at all, you know how fast time slips away, caring for them, playing with them, educating them. This doesn’t necessarily stop when the children become adults. Guaranteed: it will be the best investment in time you will ever have, whether the children are yours biologically or otherwise.
If you have parents and are any kind of a child at all, make time to call them, spend precious time out of your busy life with them listening to their stories of times past and their advice for the future, and take time to grieve them when they are gone. This time expenditure you will never regret even when your parents are odd. When they criticize and nag and complain remember there was a time when their parents did the same or worse to them. Most parents do the best they know how with their time.
Next week I’ll talk about time again as it is one of my least favorite days of the year: Spring Daylight Saving Time. We might talk about the misnomer (there is no time saved), or we might look at how it damages the human body with a dangerous clock game, or we might investigate the politics around not having to ever have this silly clock game again. Either way, like weather, there really is nothing we can do to change time as it exists and is experienced in the real world. We can play with clocks all we like since we made them up anyway; clocks are just a tool.
As for today, spend some of your time on you, your loved ones will appreciate it. Take a walk or some sun, prepare a healthful meal, share time with one/s you love. Take joy in this moment in time.
Color Watch – blooming attractions in my neighborhoods this week – green moss, brown bark, white and purple crocuses; rain drops on a purple azalea; pink-purple heather; blue violet periwinkle; pale pink cherry blossoms; orange creamsicle daffodils.
Currently Reading – Anna Karenina (1878, fiction) by Leo Tolstoy; Making Yourself Indispensable: The Power of Personal Accountability (2012, psychology) by Mark Samuel; Mr Strangelove: A Biography of Peter Sellers (2002, biography) by Ed Sikov; Toxin, Toxout: Getting Harmful Chemicals Out of Our Bodies and Our World (2014, environmental health) by Bruce Lourie. Yes, concurrently.
Have you joined me in reading this year’s Sassy Kas Winter Classic choice, Anna Karenina? Spring equinox is this month and I’ve spent so much time this winter in a different time and place in literature I’m ready for the end.
This week I have been grateful for:
- The hubster tackling the abundant lawn giving it the spring first trim. The lawn responded with a lush and fragrant smell and feels grateful under my bare feet.
- Learning I may never have another pain free day in my life. It’s nice to know what to look forward to. Forewarned is forearmed. Pain does not necessarily stop normal activities; it slows you down.
- Remembering rest is a valuable investment in my time.
- Lunch outside in the sun during my work day.
- Watching my lilacs bud out and my plum trees blossom. Plum blossom fragrance is as delicate as the blossom.
- Looking at time.
- Remembering it’s not really about the destination; it’s the journey that counts.
- The stories of women.
- Crocheted doilies. Embroidered pillowcases. Lace edged bed linens. Every day life beautification: the handiwork of women.
- Being a mere few weeks away from fresh Oregon asparagus.
- The abundance produced by Oregon farms and the hard-working farmers.
- Dinner out with a friend last week. Always a good way to spend time.
- Moss. Lichens. Fungus.
- The coastal smell in the air this weekend. Salty air wind-swept east over a mountain and into the valley more than a hundred miles away.
Hoping you have a lovely week.
Namaste. Peace. Blessings.
Floral ribbon border by Laurel Burch