You are currently browsing the tag archive for the ‘time’ tag.
How good it feels to relax and let go. To not be attached to time – even psychological time. Doing what you feel, when you feel it. Sleeping, eating, resting. Not pulled down by things having to be a certain way. Not shaped within the confines of the structure of time, it lengthens. The days last longer. It feels like it’s late afternoon and it’s only 1:30.
I tune into the rhythms of nature, the leaves moving easily in the breeze. The sun meandering its way through the trees. It feels a bit like my body systems are moving slower, too. As if floating on the rise and fall of a wave, gently rolling. I don’t seem to be striving for anything.
Is it time now to shift gears? No, I’m in the same gear I was when I woke up. When was that anyway? As if I’m reclining on a comfy chair, with nowhere to be at any particular time. Does it make me clearer or foggier? I cannot yet say. I wonder what it will feel like when I leave this place?
Like lifting off your feet in water, trusting it to keep you afloat. Allowing the breeze to touch your skin without cringing in cold. Suddenly all those things that were making me feel tight and constricted have flittered away like the butterflies from the Mexican Sunflowers.
The icy goodness of a cool, fruity beverage slides down my throat like a caterpillar through the grass. It eases the heat like bare feet through wet grass.
Things that once seemed so important are forgotten as I ponder the sunlight shifting or the flight path of the butterfly. Everything seems far away and quiet.
Now I get up gently to get in the water, just ’cause I feel like it. There is something so freeing about the feel of the water supporting and surrounding me. I lift off the bottom of the pool and I float, trusting. I have a real sense of now. Being outside of time. Without wanting or needing it to be any different than it is.
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about Spaciousness. I’m finding that it impacts my life in many areas. For one thing, spaciousness means having the time to just breathe. To spend some time just being, instead of always doing. When life is spacious, there isn’t such a demand for multi-tasking. It feels like I have more room when I only have to do one thing at a time. When I can focus all my energy on what I’m doing, without a million distractions. Those distractions suck up the space. I suppose you could call multi-tasking an admirable trait. But when you start adding more than 2 or 3 things, or you double and triple up repeatedly, you’re not really giving your best to anything.
An aspect of spaciousness is being outside time. Most of us are tied to the clock and what it tells us we must do. I like not caring what time it is. When you get in that zone, look up at the clock and cheer that you still have plenty of time to keep doing what you’re doing. Man, that feels spacious to me!
Spaciousness permits room for sideline things: an interesting email to read, a sweater that needs a button, a cluttered drawer asking for attention, a phone call from a good friend.
When there’s space you can breathe, you can spread your wings, express yourself Sometimes, I don’t feel I have the space to write. One of the beautiful things about writing is that you don’t need a lot of physical space or equipment. A lap, a clipboard, or a hard surface is usually enough. A piece of paper and a pen or a laptop and you’re on your way. However, sometimes you need psychic space for the thoughts to well up and spill out.
It is one thing to be in an uncluttered space, free of distractions. It’s another to have the open space in your head. Wide, open spaces can be rare in our worlds. But you can always generate that free, spacious feeling from within.
I’m having fun finding and acknowledging those moments when I feel spacious. As with most things, the more you notice, the more you discover.