I’m thinking about time this week, partly because we “fall back” an hour on Sunday morning. What is time? How do we experience or measure time? My friend who works for the government said that the one thing she learned during her recent furlough is that time doesn’t always equal energy. She thought she would get a lot accomplished during this time off, but that wasn’t the case.
Time drags on for some people and for others, there never seems to be enough time. And then there is that fiddle song that has the repeating line, “I wish I had my time again…”How we view time, both past, present and future, is so varied.
One book that comes off my shelf often is “The prophet,” by Kahlil Gibran. That’s partly because it’s been used in many weddings that I have officiated. His writing “On marriage,” is one of my favorites.
I actually got this book in college because all the smart kids had a copy, including my soon-to-be-husband, Jesse. I thought by just owning it I would get smarter. I don’t always follow what is going on in some of these writings, but they stir something in me.
But if in your thought you must measure time into seasons, let each season encircle all the other seasons,
And let today embrace the past with remembrance and the future with longing.