TIME and PLACE
I want to write a blog before Christmas arrives. One week out and I will twist and shout my way to completion. Find someplace moderately comfortable. Put out the Do-Not-Disturb sign and dedicate both time and place to meeting your goal. Am frustrated, as I can not get my mind on shopping and the material concourse that often looks like an urban shopping mall to me. Times are changing. More online shopping, and the experience eludes me for the moment. Wonder why? And take a slogan from the 2012 Presidential Election: "Its’ the economy, stupid."
And that is my wake up call. Am transported into the zone where we assume the stupid position, and quickly discount the idea. Less affluent, and won’t have to worry about taxing the rich to make up the deficit and boost sales. Ok, so I am not traveling first class. But neither am I walking to the relatives house for the holidays. Time and Place. My topic for today.
Time and Place, and am currently sending thoughts of a speedy recovery, and home for Christmas, to a friend of mine who just happens to be in the hospital at this time. Brief visit and completion of a procedure, and then we say, "Good as New." And the positive affirmation and spirit I send. To all who don’t happen to be in the perfect place for receiving their gifts and being with family, this time of year.
Mayan prophecy about the end of time, and it all goes down hill from this point, 2012, and has been in the headlines now that it seems we are in the zone. Best happen now, or we can say, "Just another myth and talking point. Forget about it." And I probably will. But won’t forget about those recovering from some procedure or event. Want to send flowers, but truth is time and place and protocol limit me from doing so. And so I say a quiet, "Amen."
And think of the best of outcomes. Is what I am doing just now. Done as a sunrise to sunset meditation on all the positive things I can recall, when thinking of you. Happiness sets in. The spell is cast. And it makes me happy that you will be home for Christmas, and resting in the arms of friends and family and in your own bed. Time and Place.
In the context of holiday activities, time and place are important. Where are you? Are you at your destination, or just getting ready for a week of travel. Horse and Wagon, or modern car, can’t get my head around the proposition that I just don’t know where you are? Theoretically, maybe its best not to know. By nature I am inquisitive. And yet, am of the current predisposition to just hang up, and take a hike, down to the edge of river or just find a place near water, where I can relax and look in your direction.
Searching the four corners of a map, zoning in on where I think you might be. But the truth is, I don’t know where to begin. Time and Place and disturbed by the sounds of others, and other aspects of urban sprawl. Holidays and I need to choose where I need to be. Wander around, looking for you, or just settle near a fire and wait for you to make the long journey home. Home in time for Christmas. Now this gets me to thinking. Is this really possible? Time and Place. And I wonder.
Are we close?
Are we close?
Tell myself to take a deep breath. Put all my worries on the back burner. Turn off the lights and turn down the furnace. Time to commit and do something, even if its not what I really wanted to do. Stories inspire me. Blogs also do that this time of year. Like to read about the experiences of others. Like to see photographs of a well decorated home, with tree and lights and presents under the tree. And this has to be a flexible life situation.
Want to be with you, and yet for many years now, it hasn’t been that way. Separation exists. Tax the Rich. Extend goodwill to the very poor, and something nourishing to eat. Tis the holiday and we must seek that special place and that special time, when and where for one brief moment in time, we can put away our worries and find that joy-filled inner journey that connects us all. And with that I relax. Take a deep breath. Am happy now. Time and Place. And I Love You.
Uplifting and I needed it. Time and place. Constance and I arrived last night at my daughter's house with her year old twins. The Edinburgh train was packed with returning shoppers and football supporters. A bit smelly but a happy group and it was the lovely stories that people told that made my Christmas journey. 'Ordinary' people have fantastic stories. My time and place is now to take twins out for a walk in their pram. I hope to be in the present.Thanks for your present blog. I also have few material desires.
ReplyDeleteTo end on silly note.
"There's a time and a place for everything," mother said but a hotel housemaid showed me.
Merry Christmas!