Dawn? . . . {{yawn}} August 13, 2012
Posted by nrhatch in Humor, Life Balance, Magick & Mystery.trackback
Time demonstrated its peculiar prowess this summer.
Dragging sloth-like from moment to moment while traversing corresponding weeks and months at super sonic speeds.
Rather like a roller-coaster ride that’s slow on the uptake but over before you know it.
The two months since we convened for our family reunion have passed by in a blur of celebration, illness, death, planning, organizing, sorting, surgery, pain, recuperation, packing, loading, moving, and getting resettled into a life with an entirely new rhythm.
Despite the fleet feet of recent weeks, the daylight hours often seem interminable.
* Minutes prodding seconds to stop dilly-dallying.
* Hours admonishing minutes to move along.
* Hands at a complete standstill. A dead crawl. Determined strikers picketing the passage of time.
Nights, in contrast, seem far too short.
Heads no sooner comfortable on pillows when cocks and cock-eyed optimists start crowing that dawn is breaking.
Morn has arrived. Again.
Dawn? . . . {{yawn}}
Coffee? . . . please!
Aah . . . that’s better!
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Spirit Lights The Way 
Coffee good.
Ya, mon. 😎
So beautifully put, Nancy.
Thanks, Don! The twists, turns, and shifts of time . . . never operating at a constant velocity.
your life has certainly changed rhythm this summer. You are riding the roller coast with great grace!
I’ve enjoyed the peaks a bit more than the pits. 😛
absolutely. Life can sure shake us up, can’t it?
Your comment brought an old food ad to mind:
“Shake, shake, shake a pudding . . . pudding, pudding, shake a pudding.” 😀
I can never tell, sometimes am in denial I admit, if time is for against me. While on my travels in northern Canada I went through a blip of village that had as it’s distinction from other little blips on the map, a Time Museum. I should have stopped and checked it out -but I was in a hurry and running out of time.
Oh how I like how your mind works, I enjoyed the Yawning of Time.
Thanks, HH! I can’t help but think that a Time Museum is the perfect way for a little blip to protest the forward march of time.
That’s a great point, though I doubt anyone thought of it that way.
Perhaps just a banding together of watchmakers and clock makers to display their wares?
I hope all those days and nights turn into on the happiest of minutes and hours, Nancy!
But the caffeine certainly can’t hurt! Being OUT sure can, though!
WHY?! WHY?! *typed under the severe duress of a major Coke withdrawal*
🙂
YOU’RE BACK! Yay! Hope you enjoyed your time away . . . even through the pangs of Coke withdrawal.
Wait! What kind of Coke are you talking ’bout, SIG? 😉
Reminds me of the story of the hare and the tortoise~~ well done!
In many ways, my days are FULLER than they’ve been ~ time should be FLYING like a hare (or the Mad Hatter) all day, every day.
But, with my new care-taking responsibilities, I have less chance to get lost in my writing. That has caused time to slow to a tortoise-like crawl (and also makes me want to duck back into my shell from time to time). 😉
Sometimes, the perceived passage of “time” can seem so bizarre! ….and so varied!!! Isn’t it strange? (do you remember seeing an insightful comment by a little boy in my classroom…. “time is suspicious” …it sure is! )
Thanks for the reminder, Kathy. “Time is suspicious” is such a GREAT quote! 😀
here you go… http://pocketperspectives.wordpress.com/2012/06/09/time-is-suspicious-3/ How in the world can moments of “now”…simple moments of “now” seem to last such different amounts of time? (I think that for me, when I’m needing to be more than typically “patient”, time goes haywire…totally haywire!) I had the original “poster” on walls at home and school for several years…to remind myself! (oddly enough now, for me, time is seeming to go by at warp-seeming speed…it’s stunning! The passage of “time” will get back to more “normal” for you too….pretty soon.)
Thanks for the link, Kathy!
It’s interesting how our conenction to time changes when the rhythm of life is altered. The quality of time for me in a semi-rural town is quite different than when living in NY. Enjoyed your thoughts, Nancy!
The days have slowed because I have more stuff to do that doesn’t really appeal to me and less time to do what does.
Ah, well . . . this, too, shall pass.
The perception of time is always so interesting to me! I think you describe stress most accurately by telling about the roller coaster days! I do hope you’re getting good sleep, even if the nights seem short! When I don’t have enough sleep I can’t navigate those “thrill rides” very well at all! I hope at least the nights give you respite, Nancy! oxo
Sleep has been coming easily . . . most nights, anyway. Which is all for the good since sleep is something I cannae do well without. 😀
Time definitely changes paces on us. I can tell you my weekends go by so much faster than the weekdays. You’ve had a lot going on the last couple months – I hope you’re able to get enough rest to combat time’s wild ride.
That’s it! Time flies when you’re having FUN. Our weeks used to be a steady stream of “fun activities” flowing freely . . . now caretaking chores have damned up the flow. 😉
I recently wrote about the passage of time too. It’s a fickle thing indeed.
I remember reading your post and believe I intended to include link to it in this post ~ but I could be mistaken on ALL counts. 😉
I’m not “hitting on all cylinders” lately. This has been a strange summer . . . it’s not only TIME that has exhibited peculiar proclivities.
I know precisely what you mean, Nancy. Time flies when you could really do with it dragging its feet…
And vice versa! It drags its feet when I want it to fly . . . and sails by at warp speed when I desperately need it to S~L~O~W down. What a fickle beastie.