Every clock displays a different time. On days when there is no work, no appointments does it matter? Responsibilities with time constraints ruin this plan for me. I am conditioned to wake up just before the alarm no matter the day, eat on schedule despite my lack of hunger and go to bed before a certain hour.
Does not the old time farmer adjust his or her internal clock to the cycle of nature? Generally, I find that during this time of year I long for the comfort of soups, stews and good long books while wrapped under the weight of blankets. Generally, adjust to the natural seasonal cycles quite easily. It is during the minute to minute attempts to empty my mind and connect with the Spirit when my mind wildly winds around the constraints of time and doing. "The mop. The floor Wish I could find that book. Where is it? Supper. I've gotta use up carrots? Chickens. Bring the scraps. Moldy bread. Over fridge. When was the last time we...." Rather than the present, I think about the tasks of the future. It is all about time and my tendency to multi-task. Touted as a super human feat among woman everywhere, multitasking is the demise to my mindfulness. Out of necessity, I have been doing it for decades now. I must retrain myself. To be. Quiet, hushed connections. With this my spirit will grow in beauty and show up in the most unlikely places, just like those ferns.