Sunday, March 18, 2012

another Sunday...

We watched a movie this morning, The Way by Emilio Estevez. So good...SO good. Beautifully written...amazing cinematography. And the music is beautiful, too. Makes me want to make the pilgrimage...someday.

Yesterday felt like Sunday all today is kinda like a bonus. Although time seems to be slipping through my's already so late in the day.

Ian is finally better. Still a little foggy, maybe...from being cooped up for a week. Poor guy. He'll be doing makeup work today...not his favorite way to spend a sunny (but cold) Sunday. Yeah...the rain stopped. For now anyway...forecast says more around Tuesday.

But...for today. Sunshine. And time.

Does time ever trip you out? I know that's a weird term..."trip you out". But sometimes, if I think about time too much, I do trip out. Time is such a strange concept. We're always wanting to know what time it is...running our days by the clock...wake up, get to work, eat lunch, eat dinner, go to bed...all at a regular time most days. Time is a funny thing...and cruel really. And no matter what we want or need or do or think...time just ticks on and on. There's never enough of it. And yet we waste it so willingly. Maybe these are the thoughts we begin to have as we age? And as we lose loved ones? Or as our children grow and the reality of them leaving the safety of where we are sinks in?

Hmm...somewhat serious today, aren't I?
That's OK...sometimes it's good to be serious.

Ecclesiastes 3
A Time for Everything
1 There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under the heavens:

2 a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
3 a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
4 a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
5 a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain,
6 a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
7 a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
8 a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.

1 comment:

Jennifer said...

Time is a strange bird when you stop to think of it...where did yesterday "go", what decided tomorrow, each second ticking it goes so quickly when you are inspired and so slowly when you are bored.

glad Ian is on the mend. oh, and i have that movie in my queue to watch, now for sure i'll get it...thanks!