So open up my eyes to a new light
I wandered ’round your darkened land all night
But I lift up my eyes to a new high
And indeed there will be time

-Mumford & Sons and Baaba Maal

 

I’ll get straight to it…

Despite the feeling that time is fleeting and elusive, there is enough of it. For you, for everyone.

WE HAVE TIME. 

(isn’t that amazing?)

There’s no need to spiral into a frenzied panic after you realize June’s gone and July has arrived, suitcase in hand and ready for a visit. Personally, I will admit that as everyday of June passed and July drew closer and closer I dug a bit deeper into a hole of denial. Kind of like how a gopher digging lots of tunnels. But it wasn’t a depressed denial but kind of like a “can everything just pause for a moment” sort of denial. Until, the simple truth of reality nudged me to stick my head up out of that tunnel and face the warm reality of July. And hey, Gravenstein apples are a pretty lovely reward.

Lately, the notion of ‘season’ has been springing up quite a bit. Elizabeth Gilbert mentions it in her book Big Magic (if you haven’t read this yet, add it to your reading list pronto. It’s so good!) and the totally awesome Rob Bell talks about seasons too. Listen to his podcast, The RobCast, it’s kind of life changing.

There are four seasons in nature. There are many seasons for many things. An ebb and a flow.

There are times to rest and times to work. Times to be with others and times to retreat to your cave. Times to be a vegetarian and times to devour hamburgers like nonebody’s business.

For thousands of years people have been following the seasons. Basing their entire life schedule on seasons, the natural course of nature. Now, in the modern world we base our life on 365 days, a month, a week, 24 hours. We mostly input our information into tiny devices and base our cycles, our seasons on what? Definitely not the cycle of the moon, or the change in weather or the solstice or the harvest.

Farmers till their fields, plant their seeds and wait. They wait. Because they know waiting is not only important, but essential to the process of growing things.

Unlike farmers, who literally can’t make things grow faster, most of us don’t wait. We desperately try to push the river or change the tides. Altering the seasons. Seasons that were formed into our world for a reason.

Why do we need tomatoes all year round? It’s totally unnatural. But we do it anyway. Maybe we just like pasta sauce, or maybe, our culture just wants everything all the time. 

The Industrial Revolution changed our clocks. Our patterns were drastically altered. Mechanized. Driven by steam and steal instead of earth and season. People went to work in large buildings instead of open fields, rose at unnatural times and worked long, unhealthy hours.

The concept of industrial TIME and SCHEDULE was instilled into us.

Prompted by curiosity, I read an article titled “The Social Impact of the Industrial Revolution”. There’s lots of interesting information, but something I found most significant was that when the system began to change and men were drawn into the cities to work, farmers who had once been highly productive and highly skilled in agriculture were ineffective in industry.

Our culture has largely lost the ability to patiently plant and cultivate the seeds that we plant. We want overnight results. Instant fame, or instant fortune. People, especially young people, have become dangerously familiar with overnight success and results.

Really? Those seeds we just planted today are going to be fully grown tomorrow? HA! That’s comical.

Jack’s magic beans only exist in Fairy Tales. And while magic is wonderful, beans, especially detailed, intricate, big ones just don’t grow over night. 

In a recent interview, Austin Kleon talks about how it took him about 10 years to gain some sort of real notice. He didn’t sound panicked or ashamed. Ten years was just the time it took, a simple fact in the development in his life.

TEN YEARS?! That number seemed HUGE. GIGANTIC. MONUMENTAL.

But then I thought about it… ten years is a freaking blip.

Ten years is also a freaking breath of fresh air. Take a breath, and go at a snails pace.

A great deal of our time is spent panicking that we don’t have any. Worrying about the sand slipping out of our hands, when really it’s LIFE that’s rushing by. 

We can bury farther and farther into an anxious tunnel of passing time that suddenly we can find ourselves in a hollow of missed opportunities and occurrences. 

We often spend so much time DOING, that we forget about BEING. 

So just let’s just BE shall we. Let’s open our eyes.

Let’s feel into the wonderful truth that we do indeed have time. 

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