So my Thursday blogs are throw backs (and the chosen picture has been published before too).
I randomly chose a page (#10) and picked the title that caught my eye, and read: It’s About Time written October 18, 2011. That’s almost 3 years ago. Speaking of time, it certainly does fly! Do you have time to click through and read it?
How do you think about time? Is it your friend, neutral or your enemy?
What is “enough” time.
And if you had more time, how would you spend it.
Do you wish your life away? (If only this week would be over! Tomorrow I’m going to…….. Next year we can……..).
Love to hear your thoughts!
Wylde Women’s Wisdom
written by Pete Seeger in the 1950s (and here I thought is was a Byrd’s song! – time I learned the correct reference!)
The lyrics are taken almost verbatim from the Book of Ecclesiastes (late 3rd century BC), as found in the King James Version (1611) of the Bible[2] (Ecclesiastes 3:1-8), though the sequence of the words was rearranged for the song. Ecclesiastes is traditionally ascribed to King Solomon.
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, a time to reap that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.
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don’t be sorry! I think you captured aspects of time perfectly…esp how it disappears when engrossed in creating! Thanks for stopping by.
Time is pliable and fluctuates for me…always has. Speeds up…slows down…and chunks of it disappear entirely when it flows into the past (more and moreso the older I get). Sometimes pieces of it reappear with a trigger. And triggers can also cause it to bend and fold and bring you right back…vividly, in living color. When I am waiting in line or in traffic or having to pass time where I don’t really want to be…I have found that I have a choice as to how I spend it. Fight it/resent it/endure it or go someplace else in my time-memories/practice mediation/observe/make lists of things to do later. I can choose how to spend my time…and that speeds it up or slows it down. I love when I am so deeply engrossed in some creative endeavor that I get lost in time…go to a place where time doesn’t exist.
Sorry. Was an interesting question–LOL! 😉