Now has come, an easy time. I let it roll. There is a lake somewhere
so blue and far nobody owns it.
A wind comes by, and a willow listens gracefully.
I hear all this, every summer…
That lake stays blue and free; it goes on and on.
And I know where it is.
thank you, David Kanigan
Quote: William Stafford, from “Why I Am Happy” in Early Morning: Remembering My Father, William Stafford by Kim Stafford
Photo: Marie Lalanne Manzor
There are many fine things which you mean to do some day, under what you think will be more favorable circumstances. But the only time that is yours is the present. GRENVILLE KLEISER
(PHOTO BY EMILIAN ROBERT VICOL)
(A network of grateful living)
Time – a word used in so many ways. We run out of it, there is too much of it – the world moves at a pace beyond our understanding and yet we are driven to “keep up”. There is never enough time in a day. Twenty four hours are stretched and modern calculations try to explain how we can multitask, adding extra minutes to our already over scheduled days.
We are to believe that time is like property, owned by each of us to manage and arrange as we will. It is what we are taught and often how we structure our lives. Using it so quickly and efficiently, its passing is only realized when we feel the stress of needing more – as if we have ‘run out’ of time.
Really?! For all of the hours and days we fill planning the future, there is little doubt that the best of plans would be tossed aside if a crisis of the heart or faith arose. Standing in a moment awakened by focus, all other time with its finally tuned schedule fades into the background. In an instant, priorities are re-set, the only thing that matters is “now”.