Musing on time

It’s snowing and on my morning stroll with Burt we find ourselves in the willow grove.

The snow is like homeopathic granules, resting happily on fluffy textures like the moss and my scarf. The river is low, the train’s passing and I’m thinking about time.

I just had a lovely conversation with one of the willows. Willow told me about going with the flow and I felt the waves of energy flow right through my body. It was blissful, the rhythmic-ness, the undulations, the ebb and flow. I thought of willow living in her spot with all of her kin as the tide comes up and fills over their roots and flows out again to reveal them. Steadily the ground around them has been populated by delicate snowdrops and as I watched decorated with this marvelous white stuff that we get so excited about.

Just thinking about time and natural rhythms as I wandered on. The artificial restraints of mechanical measured time, set out in weeks, days and hours. Rigid routines of work, rest and play that are sold to us by consumer advertising, acted out in films. Who Benefits?

We are not machines, and the real world that we live in – the real world of all the earthly beings – the plant kingdom, the two legged, four legged, furred, scaled and feathered beings of the earth are tuned into a different rhythm. One that is responsive to everything they touch. One that shares space in a graceful dance of give and take, orchestrated moment by moment. A rhythm that is sensed and felt, and naturally aligns with their intention to grow strong and be the best, flower, leaf, bird they can be. We have lost this sensing, but we can get it back. Turn away from the clock on the wall and tune in (even for just a few moments) to what our bodies, hearts and spirit really FEEL ready for and need. That might mean eating at different times each day, sleeping at different times. It also means acknowledging that other people have different “tide times”, when they are full or running empty.

Be true to you. Take time at your own pace. As much as “they” try to say so, It’s not a race.

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