the patterns of time
Time marks its own passing on all of our faces.
This year, my father turned 75, my mother turned 70, and both my husband and I turned 50. It was a milestone year when it comes to time, recorded with pictures and parties and trips and love.
I gave myself the gift of more time this year, cutting the number of jewelry shows we did in half, giving me more hours to spend outside in my garden, one of my favorite places to be.
I also made friends with time. I stopped fighting it, racing it, cursing it, and I started embracing it.
It is, after all, not time’s fault that we cannot bottle it and save it up for later, not time’s fault that gravity wins and bones grow brittle. Not time’s fault that we do too much and relax too little.
So did I spend my time wisely this year? Absolutely.
I celebrated every breath I took, every sunrise I saw, every midnight moon that called me outside. I saw the most amazing comet sear across the sky as I sat shivering beneath a quilt, I ran seven miles for the first time in two years one hot summer day, I started flowers from seed and watched them cycle through life.
There were family parties and quiet dinners, summer picnics and holiday feasts. Toasts were made and hugs were given.
We don’t spend time the way we spend money, we can’t bank it or save it or even give it away. We take what we get and then it is gone, and we are changed forever by the stamp of each passing moment.
Time moves through us, weaving its own plaids and patterns, creating an endless swath of fabric that waves in the breeze of who we are.
Fluttering, ever so slightly with each inhale, exhale, inhale.
Time is life.
Somehow, at my birthday party, we failed to take a photo of me and my parents together. So my mom asked if she and my dad could stop by on my birthday to record the moment. I detest having my picture taken, and never, ever like photos of myself. But I have to say, I don’t hate this one, and I am posting it here as a surprise for my mom.
And yes, I am in my pajamas. I could have changed, but somehow, this seemed just right.
Reverb 12/Cultivate 2012:
Did you spend your time wisely this year?