I’ve been thinking about time a lot recently (surely it has something to do with my entering my 50th year and watching parents age and watching my sweet niece grow).
I’m becoming even more aware of how I’m using time (too much on front of screens, especially this little one that I tap, tap, tap away on).
Time I love spending: in my kayak, paddling the miles; in my garden, pulling weeds and watching my veggies grow; near the bird feeder- I’ve become someone fascinated with watching birds; reading…there’s never enough time for that); wandering barefoot at the beach, in the woods, nothing doing; watching the weather, which is hard here at the current house I live in…no view; hanging out with friends, talking about life and cheeseburgers and the past and the future.
Time I don’t love spending: aimless scrolling (5 minutes is nice; 45 minutes is gross), hard exercise, relational conflict, coordinating a group of people to do something or go somewhere, scrubbing the shower, figuring out the right things to eat.
I’m pondering what time is to the plants. To the mosses. To the trees. To the rocks.
My hubs had me listen to a podcast that explored how we can slow down time: vary our routines, change up what we’re seeing, do new and different things.
I’ve noticed that slowing down time isn’t always about doing, doing, doing…
Sometimes sitting and observing offers a gateway sweet, slow hum of presence.
Be. Here. Now.
(The book I’m reading is Ross Gay’s “Inciting Joy” and it is so, so good)
Warmly,
Angie