We are in the deep freeze for the next week or 10 days. Even the dog hesitates to go out. Yesterday, our noon walk started with sunshine, but a snow squall, complete with cold gusts, caught us ten minutes in. Can’t complain, it was invigorating and pretty, but I would have stayed indoors if I had known about it beforehand. See how preconceptions and resistance can rob us of worthwhile experiences, even in “ordinary” passage of time? Grab those minutes, yearn for them! Erase boredom from possibility in your day!
I’m preaching to myself here, not at you. Our Common Master, Heropass—Gurdjieff’s term for “flow of time”—came up on Wednesday night webinar. Time always has been a topic of wonder and pondering, by greater thinkers (Thoreau, eg) than I, but me, too. I feel very lucky to have as many years behind me as I have, for example. I tend to observe its progress more intently daily in what can only be my waning days, weeks, years.
Lord help me and every one of your creatures, young or old, calm or suffering, through the sacred process, the Sacred Rascooarno, as GIG called it; a neologism that sounds holy to me. And please keep our memories green in our lifetimes for the people and events who have already passed; your divine agency therewith surely lends us wisdom and grace for the living time we still have.
Huh! Weather, I’m amused to note, is cousin to time, as allegory, symbol, metaphor. Odd I never paid attention to the connection before.
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