It's Always Time

There is no time...here’s where one fills in the blank:  “like the present” “left for you” “left.”

Time is whatever you make it to be.  A lot.  A little.  Long ago yet far ahead.  What is our personal trajectory of time?  Whose timeline do I fit in or overlap?  Who has gone before me?  Who will go after?

📷 Fireflies at Ochanomizu 1880by Kobayashi Kiyochika Wikimedia commons

Where did time go?  Nowhere.  It was, is and always will be.  Everyone measures it differently.  Experience it in varying intensity.  Time is neither rich nor poor.  It is neither good or bad.  It is intertwined with all people, all creatures on the earth.  It exists among the planets and stars as they interact with us.  Consider the moon, the tides.

Time plays with us like a breeze, moving about the leaves, rustling them down from the trees.  I hear you leaves.  I see you trees.  But time itself is silent and unseen.

📷  by geralt (Gerd Altman) pixabay

Unless you consider aging as time seen.  The wrinkles under my eyes, the taut skin on my hands.  The gray hair blending with natural colors I’ve worn through previous time.  Is that the same as seeing time?

Hearing babbling babies start talking words, then sentences, then whole conversations, as they grow up and grow on.  Is that the same as hearing time?

Can you feel time?  Taste it?  Smell it?  Perhaps in a sense, yes.  Feeling the weariness after years of labor, ache.  Tasting a fruit you haven’t had since childhood - flashback of picking peaches in an orchard.  The smell of a logfire, instant picture of grandmother’s house in the countryside.


We do sense time.  Yet can we make sense of time?  What did my time on earth mean?  Will I ever know?  Will I ever understand?

I guess we’ll see.  In time.    Theresa M