Timing

Who am I to write about time that Grand Marshall of our Lives? Not even Einstein could master time or its delicate nature, tick tock, but I figure, time runs me and maybe you too, so why not go for it? Sometimes you just gotta go for it!

I had my first migraine headache on Friday, didn't know it was coming. Might have asked it to let me know it was coming, but I didn't have time in all the doings of a life. Spent the day in bed not that I minded that, just didn't know how to handle the pain except handle it. Get through it, feel it and let it in since it was there to be had.

I am of the belief that things happen when they need to and on time at that. Try baking without timing right. Try jogging for the first time for hours. Try staying too long in a sauna or sitting too long in meditation, you might go loopy. Things have their time and we need to be attentive.

This morning I found the blog I needed called Slow Love Life. Amazing how the author writes with flow and kindness, attention to detail and light examples. I love her! And gorgeous photos. And gorgeous thoughts. And just gorgeousness all over the page. It's akin to the slow food movement, where we attend to love in our lives with slow care, with feeling gratitude, with loving kindness. Slow love life: at first I thought it was going to be about finding love late in life (;-) but then what it really is is just as good! S l o w i n g down certainly makes for having more time. Try it: slow down.

Calling my Dad, I need to attend to time. There's a tacit agreement: Do not call after 8 pm. I do not call after 8 pm. No one does who knows him! And we sort of love this about him, though we might mock it once every two or three years.

When I was younger, I played the "I'm won't read that book" game. That is any book that everyone was talking about I would poo-poo. Taking a superior stance I thought any book that everyone is reading can't be literature and so I won't read it. Well, I've changed. Or at least I picked up one of those books recently and I can't put it down. Ann Patchet's Bel Canto has already taken my breath away and I'm only on page 14. How is it that we get what we get when it's time?

Don't know but it's late now and I've decided to get upstairs to read.