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Some days whiz by, with sunrise almost meeting sunset in passing. But then there are those days that stagger past: a slow unraveling of time. Clocks tick louder and taunts with enjoyment of lingering seconds.
What day is this? Fast or slow? How to measure?
Is time measured in chores needed to be done? Is it counted out by songbirds in citrus trees?
Is time meted step by step from start to destination? Cars passing on their way to and from?
Such weariness is passing of time when it is slow and reluctant.
Such exhilaration when whirling creativity stirs up wells of thinking.
Fiddler on the Roof
What time is it?
According to T.S. Eliot, J. Alfred Prufrock measured out his life in coffee spoons.
ReplyDeleteThat is totally awesome.
DeleteTime is the universe's way of making sure everything doesn't happen at once.
ReplyDeleteThank you, dear Lord, for having our lives in your hands.
DeleteWhat a wonderful poem. Indeed time marches on at its own pace; however we perceive it.
ReplyDeleteAs Groucho Marx said: Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana.
God bless.
Oh, Groucho! You always did have a way with words and such.
DeleteThanks for such a sweet compliment.
Of all losses, time is the most irrecuperable for it can never be redeemed.
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Excellent.
DeleteTime sure goes no matter what. Whether we do a lot of sit on our butt.
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DeleteUnfortunately, many people spend their time with eyes on the screen.
DeleteTime is flying for me. Remember being young and it went so slowly? Now I can't keep track. I love this, Susan.
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by!
Glad it speaks to you.
DeleteOne of my favourite movies..... Fidler on the roof (with lovely songs)
ReplyDeleteWe married shortly after Fiddler was released. We used the below song in our wedding.
DeleteMostly for me times just flows like a river, slow and steady, but then there are days when everything seems to be scheduled at once and everything else needs to be done quickly because I need to be here, I need to be there, someone is expected or expecting me to arrive and visit. I really dislike those hectic days. Today is one of them.
ReplyDeleteOh boy, do I know what you are saying!
DeleteTime is relative. After all, how long a minute lasts depends on which side of the restroom door you are on.
ReplyDeleteHA! How wise you are.
DeleteAnother new year is only a month and a few days away. I have accomplished so little but I am still moving and am vertical. I am not even sure I care that no progress has been made. I have moved into “old”, and that is my excuse, and I am sticking with it. Everyday is Saturday, and things are in the slow lane.
ReplyDelete...and I am standing right behind you.
DeleteEach year, time seems to speed faster than the last.
ReplyDeleteMy gr-daughters recently commented that Sept. comes and then it is Christmas and then June. How did the year pass so quickly?
DeleteThank you Susan for your comment on my Blog and on Catholic365. Thank you too for ordering my books. Please let me know what you think of them. (Hopefully good!).
ReplyDeleteGod bless you always.
I am truly enjoying them. They are a blessing. Thank you.
DeleteTime waits for no one so we must use it wisely.
ReplyDeleteTime is never kind to the young or old. But each is a big ride.
DeleteThe weekend days definitely go faster than days during the work week!
ReplyDeleteSo very true.
DeleteWhen I am busy or reading the time goes by much faster.
ReplyDeleteYou are correct. When Friday came around, it was dance day.
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