‘The Big Time’
…you’ll know when you’ve hit it…
The Big Time
Tag: Time
December Arch Window
‘December Arch Window’
…2024 is drawing to a close.
if the year is an arch window, we find ourselves at bottom right hand corner.
i hope you had great views along the year’s curving way!
the full arch of a new year awaits…
Relax! II
‘Relax! II’
…just sand, sea and sky, with time idly passing by…
Tall Time Ticking
‘Tall Time Ticking’
…time may not stand still, but here it stands tall…
Just Passing Through
‘Just Passing Through’
… this life: we are never totally gone, we never fully arrive, we are just passing through…
Clock Tower Scene
‘Clock Tower Scene’
…ten o’clock and all’s well – just wait for the bells…
Time Is Gold II
‘Time Is Gold II’
…time’s ticking…
Time Is Gold
‘Time Is Gold’
…rich, or poor..?
Country Creek
‘Country Creek’
…time drifts slowly here…
Markers
‘Markers’
Markers – of the passing of time; and the rise and fall of tides; for the times we stood our ground and those in which we were just plain stuck…
We do well to mark those moments – if we don’t do it, maybe no one else will.
Clock In The Sky
…in heaven, time is eternal; just a little bit lower, the time is 11.22 a.m…
Stepping It Out
‘Stepping It Out’
Stepping up, stepping down
steps cut both ways you know
take them to the top
or to the place below
if I cross you on the steps
let’s swap notes
on our destinations
or maybe stay awhile
in the middle
content without extremes
whichever way
we step it out
the increments mark our time.
The Bend In The Water
‘The Bend In The Water’
Time and tide move slowly at the mangrove-lined creek; there is an almost imperceptible sense of being connected to the motion of all things, as I stand at the water’s edge and when my mind is as still as my surrounds. Listen, watch, for it is there….
Spiral
Spotted, in a church bell tower, before a wedding.
Spiral staircases are fantastic pieces of design, giving maximum verticality in limited space.
Spirals are found in many places in nature – in seashells; in the patterns of our own DNA; in galaxies of stars.
I reflect that I have spiraled both upwards and down in my own life.
The thing with spirals is that they cross over themselves at different levels.
I have found myself at different stages of life crossing over myself, or at least a version of myself.
Oh yeah, I think, maybe I have been here before; but at another level, in another time.
And when I find myself in one of those occasional downwards spirals, I have to remind myself that the set of stairs ascends also.
The newlyweds will learn that too…
In Dingle Dell
Yeah, I know it rhymes with jingle bells and sounds sorta made up, like something from ‘The Hobbit’, but Dingle Dell is an actual place.
What it is, is a bushland oasis, a sanctuary if you will, right in the midst of suburban Auckland ,and only five minutes from my home.
Decades ago a group of forward minded individuals planted out the difficult terrain in native tree species. Matured now, it is the thriving habitat of numerous endemic species.
I was there yesterday, on the last day of school holidays, with my daughter.
She couldn’t recall the place. Surely I had taken her there…hadn’t I ? Well, not for years , if so. Remiss of me. I mean, I could remember being taken there by my parents but….
Together we stood quietly as tui and fantails fed and preened in the bush canopy. No one else around. Special.
My learnings from the time amongst the trees, navigating the shaded, serpentine tracks were:
 That we often take for granted what is very familiar to us; we need to spend a  little more time in the quiet wonder of nature – it is humbling actually – and , god, time really does fly – the child becomes the parent and is the guide, not the guided, in a flash.
Oh, and magic is everywhere, not just in fantasy fiction…
What We Left Behind In Our Wake
31 December, and 2019 totters on its last legs.
A wilted flower that is about to be chucked out of the vase.
Seriously, another year gone? ( another decade if you want to take the macro view ).
I may have figured out a few things in my life, but not where time goes. Probably fallen down the back of the couch or stashed in a shoebox somewhere…
All I know is that is once it’s been used up, you don’t get it back.
The quantity of time we had this year, if you got to the end of it (RIP to those I knew that didn’t) – is exactly the same for each of us.
The quality of it is an entirely different matter.
Good, bad, indifferent.
Productive or wasteful.
Exultant, Calm, Boring, Unhappy, Tragic.
Was love present?
And, did we actually learn anything new in the 365 days allotted to us this year? About ourselves, others, and the world around us?
Did we make any sort of difference ? (man, I hate that question but it does run the ruler of significance over what you do).
What, exactly, once the churn and froth has subsided, got left behind in our wake?
When The Jacaranda Is In Bloom
When the jacaranda is in bloom
when lilac royally adorns
the fading year
with a soft crown
of new possibilities
Hands Of Time
One of those cool multi-faced clocks that tells the time in different places around the world. The clock is in Singapore but this dial gives Vancouver time.
Love the concept of world time zones – while I am posting on my blog you may be asleep, and vice versa!
Or, on the longer time scale – some are living life to the full, while others are about to pass away.
I was driving around town yesterday and a song popped up on my Ipod’ s random play.
“Hands Of Time” by the criminally underrated Canadian singer-songwriter Ron Sexsmith . Great, gorgeous and wise song and rendition , but not sure that he actually wrote it.
Some reflective lyrics from it:
” From the moment we are born
We’re in the hands of time
As drunk on life as death is sober
When we say goodbye
Though it hurts to lose a friend
May it help remembering
For every door that closes in
One’ll open to the other side
Opened by the hands of time “
Those words speak deeply to me of time, the ultimate healer and changer.
Okay, time to go…
Taking Time To Smell The Roses
My previous post The Presence Of Passion featured a single rose.
Here are a few more.
My then six year old daughter, in pinkish garb,takes in the fragrance of a neatly matching rose flower.
It was possibly the first time she had done so.
Freshness.
Discovery.
Mindfulness.
The saying “take time to smell the roses” is almost a cliche of mindfulness rhetoric.
But how often do we not do that exact thing? We know what they look and smell like. But we take them for granted, ignore them and so deprive ourselves of sensory moments of joyful rediscovery.
There are thousands of such moments that pass us by because we are think we are too busy ,or have simply become blase.
We have to make time for joy and newness in our lives,to discover and replenish.
For time is of the essence, just as rose petals are crushed to form the essence of perfume.
Which brings a telling song lyric to mind:
” If you don’t stop to smell the roses now
 They might end up on you “
(Â Husker Du , ‘These Important Years ‘)
Not Too Much On Your Plate?
This can be a thing in restaurants – a tasty morsel, in this case a decadent dessert – on an oversize plate. Odd. This was such an extreme example I had to take a shot.
Which got me to thinking about those times in life which are not exactly brimming over and dripping onto the carpet.
You know, when you are between jobs or relationships, or a time of loss – and there is empty, and sometimes uncomfortable, space. We crave that time and space when life is frantic and when we are at odds with the life path we want or hope for, there is more of it than we want.
What to do with unwelcome time and space?
It’s a bit like the expanse of white china above – a blank canvas so to speak. The time of emptiness may become a place of renewal and re-creation, something massive in your life. Not something to fill the gap for the sake of it, but an opportunity to change something that’s not working, or head down a new path entirely.
And if that sounds all too much, you could at least sprinkle some f**king fairy dust, like icing sugar ,all over your plate….
ebb then flood 