03 January 2014

writing january's name | time

old man time is as fierce as he ever was. he ravages our bodies and steals our dreams out from under our pillows. he is the never ceasing black hole that tries to stamp out the light that emits from our hearts. older than the world itself, he tries to age us all, blot us out, making our hearts as heavy as stone so that we fall away into the night letting go of the small tendrils that keep us tied to the here and now.

there are days when i find myself giving into this frenzy that old man time brings. i am convinced he is the true inventor of the internet, the true genius behind the seconds that blend into minutes that blend into hours and days where life is wasted and forgotten. as much as i try to slow down, life keeps spinning forward anyway, and i am left with a threadbare lace that disintegrates as i try to sew it back together.

 annie dilliard wrote in her book, The Writing Life:

 "How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives."

and i find it so so very true. and timely. and real. and as honest as it gets for me who often sees the fear of age and time staring her in the face when she looks in the mirror. and it is so true for today. for the here and the now and the age of the internet. for those of us ignoring the march of time and for those of us tentatively stepping, or joyfully pouncing forth, into this new year.

 i think, as modern, western cultured humans, we believe that having more of something, more of everything, more of life, that this more will help us leave our imprint; it will help weigh us down and and aid us in leaving our lasting mark on this world.  however, as i age, i am ever so convinced that it is the less, the lighter we walk, the less we hold onto, is what truly helps us live into the life we are given. and in this lightness, this is where we make our soft imprint on the world, blotting out the void of old man time and the absence of meaning he threatens us with.

as i am slowly packing up christmas, tending to the needles scattered on the floor, wrapping up the fragile ornaments and slowly saying goodbye to the green of the tree, i am trying to allow this letting go be my mantra. "how we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives." i am am trying to make this be the thread of my days.

i cannot control this old man time. but i can chose how i spend my days that spends my life.
and that leaves me with the lightest, happiest feeling of all.  xxoo
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excuse the rambling. joining in with write alm for january prompts.  


"How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives. What we do with this hour, and that one, is what we are doing. A schedule defends from chaos and whim. It is a net for catching days. It is a scaffolding on which a worker can stand and labor with both hands at sections of time. A schedule is a mock-up of reason and order—willed, faked, and so brought into being; it is a peace and a haven set into the wreck of time; it is a lifeboat on which you find yourself, decades later, still living."
- annie dilliard, the writing life

15 comments:

  1. love what you say about more. currently struggling to do less, desire less.

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  2. I think you hit the nail on the head, we all have a choice in how we spend those seconds that keep ticking on by.

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  3. "our soft imprint on the world"
    simply lovely

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  4. Fantabulous writing ... and so, so true
    xx

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  5. Oh wow. (now that seems sort of banal, but...) Your writing is exquisite. I'm going to come back to this post again throughout the day. Thanks for sharing!

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  6. Hello! Beautiful blog, beautiful photos... a great New Year's find. Wishing you a wonderful 2014.

    Sarah x

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  7. this is beautiful! your writing took me to another place. wishing you a wonderful new year.

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  8. this is beautiful! your writing took me to another place. wishing you a wonderful new year.

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  9. Beautiful words. Perfect. xx

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  10. Beautiful words. Perfect. xx

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  11. Beautiful words. Perfect. xx

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  12. Beautiful words. Perfect. xx

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  13. Beautiful words. Perfect. xx

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  14. Beautiful words. Perfect. xx

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  15. I get a whiff of fear when I look in the mirror sometimes too. Or a bit of pain, wincing at how I've NOT been present for so many, this past year. It's that old man time, again. We have to try to "redeem the time"...you're right, not by cramming more things in our lives but letting go enough to notice what's going on RIGHT NOW.

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