Tempus Fugit - and irreplaceable....
Time....Time......Time....!
What is this elusive creature we feel so tied to and yet respect so little?
In my youth we had a superb grandfather clock that graced the hallway of the farmhouse we lived in.I always remember the Latin motto inscribed across the plate containing Old Father Time with his scythe, who appeared on each quarter hour to remind us of the fleeting nature of all things. The motto was 'Tempus fugit' - Time flees or as we so are accustomed to say, flies.
How many of you reading this can put your hand up and truly admit to saving time today?
Really, that many....?
OK, next question... having saved this time, where have you placed the saved time so it garners interest, accumulates some sort of pay back?
I am reminded of my father quipping once, when he lived in Italy and held an account at the Banco di Santo Spirito (literally Bank of the Holy Ghost) that he would go negotiate with the Holy Ghost as to how best to invest the inordinate amount of saved time, so it accrued interest enough to make it viable to stay around the Holy Ghost. But the humour raises a serious point...
What are you doing to make the most of the time saved and if unable to save time, are you finding there is no time to do this or that or that you are not given enough time to do as you please. Is this familiar - "If I had more time..."?
Let me pose one question - who created time?
Bottom line.... we did and continue to do. Of course sensibly, to divide periods into manageable segments, to quantify a speck in eternity and to make sure the half hour of housework is just that! Less sensibly to feel threatened by, imprisoned by and unable to control our own invention.
Someone this morning made the statement, if they had more time, were given more time, their life would be different, their ability to make changes and do more, would be able to be put into action. Poor creature, no-one has ever told this person who is at the controls. But then it has always been so - as long as I can throw the blame outside of me then I get out of the responsibility of taking any sort of action and accountability, but importantly of taking any action ejecting me from my comfort zone.
So beware the moment you hear yourself telling yourself or others, you have no time and pining for more of it.
We have to take responsibility for what we do, think and say. All these three major instigators of the quality of our existence are there for a purpose, not decoration.
Time past is lost - Time from the future is as ephemeral as a summer's morning mist hit by the sun's first rays. Now is the only time so unless we can be present, live in this moment, relish and be aware of its magnificence then we have lost a jewel of unutterable worth. We have let slip the riches of eternity, as they manifested for that instant to reveal the beauty we so often ignore, superimpose or just plain lose sight of.
Joy, happiness, fellowship, love and deep comprehension of the magnitude of bliss we are enveloped in can be suffused into this moment or lost on the temporal plains of suffering and poor me consciousness.
Today has been designated, the Day of Love. Commercially, it holds its own and for those enraptured with the 'giving ' of loving thoughts, treasured feelings and pheromonic impulses and chocies - ENJOY!
For all of us though, let us not forget we need no day to remind us to love. We need NO designated time to set aside for loving kindness.
Let us nurture in our hearts and minds the love that is with us all the time. The love that shows us the present moment to be the ecstatic instant expression of LOVE IN ACTION.....
We then appreciate its timeless nature, its immediacy of intimacy and its expression of unconditional beauty showered over us if we are only able to feel it and become it.
St Valentine, apart from becoming a handy messenger for a highly manipulated belief system, carries a timely reminder of what it all is really all about......
LOVE!...........
In my youth we had a superb grandfather clock that graced the hallway of the farmhouse we lived in.I always remember the Latin motto inscribed across the plate containing Old Father Time with his scythe, who appeared on each quarter hour to remind us of the fleeting nature of all things. The motto was 'Tempus fugit' - Time flees or as we so are accustomed to say, flies.
How many of you reading this can put your hand up and truly admit to saving time today?
Really, that many....?
OK, next question... having saved this time, where have you placed the saved time so it garners interest, accumulates some sort of pay back?
I am reminded of my father quipping once, when he lived in Italy and held an account at the Banco di Santo Spirito (literally Bank of the Holy Ghost) that he would go negotiate with the Holy Ghost as to how best to invest the inordinate amount of saved time, so it accrued interest enough to make it viable to stay around the Holy Ghost. But the humour raises a serious point...
What are you doing to make the most of the time saved and if unable to save time, are you finding there is no time to do this or that or that you are not given enough time to do as you please. Is this familiar - "If I had more time..."?
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| Time is Money! |
Bottom line.... we did and continue to do. Of course sensibly, to divide periods into manageable segments, to quantify a speck in eternity and to make sure the half hour of housework is just that! Less sensibly to feel threatened by, imprisoned by and unable to control our own invention.
Someone this morning made the statement, if they had more time, were given more time, their life would be different, their ability to make changes and do more, would be able to be put into action. Poor creature, no-one has ever told this person who is at the controls. But then it has always been so - as long as I can throw the blame outside of me then I get out of the responsibility of taking any sort of action and accountability, but importantly of taking any action ejecting me from my comfort zone.
So beware the moment you hear yourself telling yourself or others, you have no time and pining for more of it.
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| Who told the wind it was time to blow through the grass? |
Time past is lost - Time from the future is as ephemeral as a summer's morning mist hit by the sun's first rays. Now is the only time so unless we can be present, live in this moment, relish and be aware of its magnificence then we have lost a jewel of unutterable worth. We have let slip the riches of eternity, as they manifested for that instant to reveal the beauty we so often ignore, superimpose or just plain lose sight of.
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| Heart Centre |
Today has been designated, the Day of Love. Commercially, it holds its own and for those enraptured with the 'giving ' of loving thoughts, treasured feelings and pheromonic impulses and chocies - ENJOY!
For all of us though, let us not forget we need no day to remind us to love. We need NO designated time to set aside for loving kindness.
Let us nurture in our hearts and minds the love that is with us all the time. The love that shows us the present moment to be the ecstatic instant expression of LOVE IN ACTION.....We then appreciate its timeless nature, its immediacy of intimacy and its expression of unconditional beauty showered over us if we are only able to feel it and become it.
St Valentine, apart from becoming a handy messenger for a highly manipulated belief system, carries a timely reminder of what it all is really all about......
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