The River of Time Runs Swiftly
I apologize to those who may have been checking here for any new posts. My schedule over the course of the last month has been quite full. When the urge to blog hit, I was typically not near my PC and when I was on the computer, I had lost my inspiration.
During the past few weeks, I’ve given the concept of time a great deal of thought. In my own day-to-day experiences, there just isn’t enough time to do everything that needs to be accomplished. The hours turn to days, then to weeks. It’s February and it seems that we just celebrated Christmas yet the experience is so distant. In corresponding with Ottmar in regard to his Lester Devoe guitar, he reminded me that he’s had the “new” guitar for almost three years. I remember him posting in his blog when it arrived. Where has all that time gone?
I received word last week that the mother of my closest friend had died. I had known the women for twenty years and thought back on time spent with her. Only then did it hit me, I hadn’t seen her in nearly five years. How could that be?
This morning I woke just after four AM. That’s my weeklong schedule and it’s hard to shake off. I like those few hours in the morning when the rest of the house is still asleep. The minutes become mine and I savor them. I sat on the couch and listened to the Dreaming CD from the Opium collection through headphones. I watched out the window as the stars faded away as the sun rose, the black night sky turning a perfect blue. Thinking back, that’s the best control over how I’ve spent my time all week.
I’ve got to work on that. As long as I can find the time.
During the past few weeks, I’ve given the concept of time a great deal of thought. In my own day-to-day experiences, there just isn’t enough time to do everything that needs to be accomplished. The hours turn to days, then to weeks. It’s February and it seems that we just celebrated Christmas yet the experience is so distant. In corresponding with Ottmar in regard to his Lester Devoe guitar, he reminded me that he’s had the “new” guitar for almost three years. I remember him posting in his blog when it arrived. Where has all that time gone?
I received word last week that the mother of my closest friend had died. I had known the women for twenty years and thought back on time spent with her. Only then did it hit me, I hadn’t seen her in nearly five years. How could that be?
This morning I woke just after four AM. That’s my weeklong schedule and it’s hard to shake off. I like those few hours in the morning when the rest of the house is still asleep. The minutes become mine and I savor them. I sat on the couch and listened to the Dreaming CD from the Opium collection through headphones. I watched out the window as the stars faded away as the sun rose, the black night sky turning a perfect blue. Thinking back, that’s the best control over how I’ve spent my time all week.
I’ve got to work on that. As long as I can find the time.
posted by MT Callahan | 4:26 PM
3 Comments:
Ha! Matt is back! As poetic as always :-)
Sorry to hear about the mother of your friend.
Time flies, time waits for no one. So, WE have to try to keep up with the time. But it does NOT mean that we must hurry. On the contrary, we should take time, must make time for people and things you care for, and especially for yourself... like you did at 4 in the morning(!! -- well, for me it's rather usual time :-P).
Kym.
Hey, Chris has got it exactly right. That's a really good quote :) Anyway, you know what they say--time flies by when you're having fun, right? :D
Welcome back Matt. Unfortunately, the older we get the more that time becomes elusive. I remember being in grade school and time just could not move fast enough but now that I'm out of school and in the real world, time seems to move at the speed of sound. Regretably too, friends and family get lost in that spiral.
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