Does time pass through us?
Do we pass through time?
Look closely. You may see a reflection in the clock. A reflection of the woods, a reflection of furniture in front of the clock.
Where are you in relation to time?
On a recent walk along the New England coast one windy day, a seasoned man stopped to talk. His short haired dachshund sat immediately. He knew his buddy well. He also knew he would be sitting here for a while. His human loved to talk.
The man pointed to the west and spoke about what he sees on his walk in the cove. Sometimes it is a sandy shore, sometimes a high tide. A speck of sand in the scheme of things he said.
At a recent family gathering one of my favorite nephew's spoke about how fast everything is going. His wife said she couldn't have a conversation with a friend. Everyone is texting or on some technological gadget. She wanted to slow her life down. Like it used to be.
"I grew up living in a home without running water. We used an outhouse and that was in the early 80s," she said.
She went on to say she wanted to raise her family simply. What she didn't say, and what I know only to well was that her husband grew up with a millionaire father. A millionaire at age 30 before he was born. A life of plenty. Plenty of stuff that is.
An intellectual property attorney, he saw what fast produces. He didn't want any of it. A long conversation ensued with the three of us.
"Just slow it down, you have the time. Take it."
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