SUNRISE - January 10, 2011

January 10, 2011 Sunrise 7:23 am

“For disappearing acts, it's hard to beat what happens to the eight hours supposedly left after eight of sleep and eight of work”.  ~ Doug Larson

The minutes and hours fly by.  Our weekly tasks, like water the plants every Saturday, do the laundry on Sunday, etc. seem to fall one upon another until it seems there is no time in between.

I take a lot of meds for a variety of reasons and have them in a weekly pill box to keep myself on track to not miss any days.  I fill it on the same day each week…the Sunrise of my week.  With a blink of the eye is that day again, but a week later. The Sunset of my week has arrived at breakneck speed.

January 10, 2011 Sunrise 7:23 am

There seem to be too many tasks and desires and great projects to accomplish in only 24 hours.  I feel I need another 12 per day – bump it up to 36 and I might have a fighting chance, with a bit more organization.   

If the magician can work his magic by making TIME disappear, would there not be a counterpoint magical formula to embellish the given hour?  Thin hair is resolved and given extra volume and semblance of body, with a dash of mousse.   

Where on the shelf can one find the same for TIME?

rlw

SUNRISE - January 9, 2011

 “In just two days from now, tomorrow will be yesterday”. – shared by Pila of Hawaii

It is interesting how our undeveloped future, our events that have not yet happened, our magnificent experiences that have not been even imagined, all will soon be history, disappearing at lightning speed,  in our rear view mirror.

January 9, 2011 Sunrise 7:24 am

What do we choose to carry forward into tomorrow, like a wayfaring traveler light of burden, bereft of pack, with only the vessel of our mind and soul to hold whatever value we glean from today?  Tomorrow holds all the promise in the world.  All things are still possible.  It is the aura of the Christmas Eve of our youth when the Appaloosa pony and bright shiny skates were still achievable, our dreams neither dashed nor fulfilled; when we still believed.

The constant flow of time, like a surging river that will not be stopped as it moves unrelenting towards the sea, will have its destiny as it arrives inevitably at yesterday. Boulders, trees, bends and turns have interaction with the water’s flow, but not its ultimate destination. The seemingly immovable earth is sculptured, polished, or slowly ground into sand and soon, oblivion. 

Man is the rock.  Daily, the magnificent boulder or tiny stone that we perceive ourselves to be has an interaction with the flow of TIME, as its essence rushes over, under, around and through us, unrelentingly seeking tomorrow.  How do we use that moment?  The daily concert of our lives exposes us to a world premier of sounds never before heard by anyone else.  What do we desire to garner from the notes as they touch us?  They are not ours to hold, to possess, nor to own.  They are only ours to enjoy, experience, hear and to learn.  Do we choose to deny, ignore, disregard, or turn a deaf ear to the day by day message that explains who and what we are, how we came to this moment, and what we are to become tomorrow? When we listen, our soul is sculpted and polished.  Anything less grinds our spirit to sand [Sand n. Small loose grains of worn or disintegrated rock].

“How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives”.  ~ Annie Dillard

SUNRISE - January 8, 2011

“Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for wind to fly a kite.  Or waiting around for Friday night or waiting perhaps for their Uncle Jake or a pot to boil or a better break or a string of pearls or a pair of pants or a wig with curls or another chance.  Everyone is just waiting”.  ~ Dr. Seuss

January 8, 2011 Sunrise 7:24 am

Perhaps the immense value of TIME is wasted on the young.  Only as one begins to count the grains of sand left in the hourglass, does the true worth of golden time begin to dawn (the precursor to Sunrise) on each of us.

“Good things come to those that wait”.  (…Is an English phrase propounding the virtue of patience) Waiting for what or whom?  It is ‘seize the day’, not ‘wait for the day’.  How about ‘death comes early to those that wait’ or ‘wait not and want not’ or as Benjamin Franklin said: “You may delay, but time will not”.

January 8, 2011 Sunrise 7:24 am

"We wait. We are bored.        No, don't protest, we are bored to death, there's no denying it. Good. A diversion comes along and what do we do? We let it go to waste... In an instant all will vanish and we'll be alone once more, in the midst of nothingness!"    - Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot

SUNRISE - January 7, 2011

“You will never find time for anything.  If you want time you must make it.”  ~ Charles Buxton

I love this quote about the one power we do seem to have over TIME.  We can't make more hours literally, but we can enhance the value of the minutes we do possess.  Often we say we "would" or "could" do something different or become someone else or go somewhere exotic, if only we could just "find" the TIME.

The reality is that the TIME to do just about everything we wish is always there and is already ours for the taking.  We choose to use our TIME doing "A" while all the while wishing we had the time to do "B".  Others are spending their TIME living "B" while envying us for enjoying "A".  Inaction is the least productive form of action, but it is action nonetheless.

Sunrise over the Sacramento River 

 

 

January 7, 2011 7:18 am

The key, it would seems is to look inward to what is really important for each of us.  The life that at the end of the day we will be satisfied with will beg the question: "Did we use our time wisely". Changing paths often, ever vigilant for the answer may the true path. We often travel the world over to find that we already had all that we ever sought.

rlw

"We cannot waste time.  We can only waste ourselves".  ~George M. Adams

 

SUNRISE - January 6, 2011

Sunrise for Earth

“Endeavor to so live that when you die even the undertaker will be sorry”. - Unknown

I was in business for myself many times for many years and harbor the remnants of each of those professions in not-so-carefully packed and stacked boxes in my closets and garage.  I used to be a carpenter, wood worker, clock maker, leather sandal/hat/purse/belt maker, silver, bead, puka shell, Navajo turquoise jewelry maker, and even deer antler pipe maker – all back in the day.  I kept all the remnants, part and tools because I had A-a bit of dated mastery over each and B - “if I needed to go back to work for myself’ – save for a rainy day, etc., etc.” there they would be – like a little gray-haired pack rat’s fantasy.

The last time I assessed my life – it was starting to drizzle. The parts are wearing out.  Time to break out the good china for weekly use rather than just two holidays a year.

Men talk of killing time, while time quietly kills them.  ~Dion Boucicault