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How fast she moves

Good morning.

Time is not a static structure fixed in the minds of men. It is not a static structure fixed in nature. We all know that because we feel the pendulum swings daily. Yet the way time is moving is scary. It has its own agenda and its rules are simple; you either move in time or you move out. But really there is no way we can move out of time yet we measure time differently so sometimes we can gain a day or lose one. Yet it matters not for in times own annals of rules we will be victims of its run and ruin.

We age, our brain cells die, our once robust body begins to fail on us, we find new illnesses ravaging an otherwise whole system, our hair turns pristine white and before we know it the bones become brittle and we can fall never to rise again. So our independence too can be sacrificed on the altar of the cycle of time. But the beauty of ageing is that there is also a time to be youthful and to grow out and blossom.

So I like seeing how a flower first is brought forth as a bud. It then from its inception takes on colour and grows bigger promising to bring a bloom, a thing of beauty. Then one morning we can see it in its glory – all ready to receive the warm rays of the sun on its pate. It receives its first share of visitors – the butterflies, the bees, the birds, the ants and the other nomadic residents of nature who have this urge to send precious time with the flower and its welcoming aura.

Then as the day wanes and the light fades, we see the flower droop to welcome the end of its day activities. It basks in the quietness of the night and takes comfort in resting and recouping from the ravages of the daylight delights. The next morning we can see it again sometimes a little bigger and a lot more certain of its station. It holds itself up with more confidence and is ever conscious of the many eyes that take a fancy to it.

But this state is a passing phase. It will soon end in the flower drooping and dropping. It becomes the fodder for the renewal of Mother Nature. In like manner time is an agent of renewal. It gives each one of us chances to redeem ourselves. It allows us to have another new day for it is in this renewal that we discover ourselves and our potential.

So at whatever speed time is moving let us be joyful that we can keep up and remain who we are amidst the sound and fury of our everyday duties and designs.

Keep well.

 

Article written by Mary Thomas (shared with permissions)