As of late I have been learning a great deal about time.
What then is time? If no one asks me, I know: if I wish to explain it to one that asketh, I know not.
Consumed by the desire for time, I let it permeate my thoughts. I gave my mind over and let my stream of consciousness roll over the concept, the word, the peace until I caught a glimpse of understanding.
So many of us long for time: more time, time to rest, time to think, time to sleep, time to savour.
We cling to time, we grab it and try to squeeze out every second, every drip of a moment. We are driven by time, and time drives us. We let time lord over us as we hurry, hurry, hurry.
We do not like to wait…for anything. While we must “take our time” we fail to grant the time required for those around us to learn, enjoy, grieve or play.
Because Western society praises the man who needs less time. Efficiency. Productivity.
If When Ella is ridiculed it will be because of time. Because she takes her time. She takes more time to observe, to process, to respond. She does not subscribe to the timeline of milestones mapped out by “professionals.” She does not keep up and she does not succumb to busyness.
The chinese symbols which define busyness are translated “heart” “annihilation”.
John Ortberg says, “Busyness creates a diminishing capacity to love.” I feel it, I am there.
Timology– is not the study of time, but the theory or doctrine of values.
How appropriate. Is what we value reflected in how we allocate time? We can define it as a stage and claim its temporary state but as Annie Dillard says, How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.
How am I spending my life?
How am I teaching my children to spend their life?
Take time and take care.