IT WAS THE BEST OF TIMES —IT WAS THE WORST OF TIMES—FOR SEEKING PEACE AND JOY
Well here it is “Thank You Thursday” and I’m writing. About time for the third time in a row. So this will be a two post day and I hope it’s not the best of posts and the worst of posts. Having said that, look for a second post today because gratitude should never wait until you wish you would have given it.
Now on with the show....
So far I’ve presented my “toilet opinion” about time. Humans try to treat time as if it were a concrete and linear. Thing. We claim. To want to “save it,” use it as a way of assigning monetary value to things like work,” and act as if if can be measured and controlled. There are a lot of “experts” who have written millions of words about our faults when it comes to using time and have. Kindly given us thousand of their insights about how we can be better people if we change the way we use our pile of time. My main point so far is that if we experience things that are happening.right now. More fully then we get more for our money when oit comes to time and that there is no possible way to make or save more time, therefore, worrying aboi,ut it doesn’t make much sense to me...again...my opinion.
So what else. Is there to say about time?
Spin the turntable and groove on some David Bowie and Tom Petty..”Time may change me...but I can’t trace time...and t”the waiting is the hardest part. I’ve found seeking peace. And. Or joy is far simpler when I accept that almost everything. Has a rhythm or a season “
(Turn, turn, turn) and experiences do change the way I interpret the present and give me choices about how to think about things all the timne. My role in this is to carry forward in my current attitude or to create another one by changing my stance and my behaviors. This may work for you and it may not —-again no judgment by me just the. Way Iexperiment with life I guess. Now let’s look at waitingI hate waiting——or Ione did. One, I have decided that. When I reach a waiting place—let’s say at the airport—it’s time to open up. All my senses and practice. Noticing all the input the universe is giving me. I try to literally smell the coffee....like where the closest coffee shop might be. I look around in the gift shop at least. Once if I can. By the way, you know you are in a bad airport when the airport has one of your pieces. Of luggage on display for sale.
I watch the children who are focused on so many different things. I listen to the older folks talk about their. Journey and their families and I especially listen to the questions they ask. In short Iexpand my awareness and that fills up the. Time quite nicely most of thetime. When I go to my. Physician’s office they are always playing home improvement and house flipping shows on the TV—so I never watch these at home because I will get the binge watching chance while I’m waiting to. Get. A blood draw or the chance to bend over and cough —what TMI? Again in terms of waiting..I work really hard at understanding things take exactly as long as they were meant to take. In the doctor’s office you get a chance to see how other people deal with their discomfort and poor health. You don’t get that chance let’s say at a restaurant...or in line at the post office. You just can’t walk up to a stranger on the street and say tell me about. That strange. Sensation that you think is coming from your kidneys,” or how many times at the library to. People lean forward and whisper “do you want to know about this blood in my urine?” That has happened to me at the doctor’s office and been a good conversation starter. I guess what I’m saying. Is that you can change waiting into doing and hoping not a situation that is disappointing and annoying.
Thank you for using. A bunch of time this week in reading about my thoughts...I hope it changes the way you feel about this concept and makes it a little. More possible to seek peace and joy. I’m going to end this with a short rhyme
is my stomach trained by the noonday clock?I’m afraid so sometimes tick tock tick tock.Does time dictate how fast I walk
Well it just may tick tock tick tock
DoI sometimes feel in time I’m frozen Tick Tock Tick Tock
Or doing something else I’d chosen Tick tock tick tockSure. At times Ifeel that way and. How tick tock tick tock
But I still have this time right now tick tock tick tock But since I don’t know when my times’ done tick tock tick tock
I’ll cherish moments—every one Tick tock tick tock—silence
No comments:
Post a Comment