Friday, October 2, 2009

"Autumn Missed"

http://gocek.org/captaink/gfclock.jpg
Bob Keeshan (Captain Kangaroo) CBS TV 1955-85
with

Grandfather Clock


"We see how measurable time is not the original time,
how there is a priority of the relationship with the future
as a relationship with a possibility and not as a reality:
the concrete manner in which such an idea is thought is
therefore the analysis of death."

Emmanuel Levinas
God, Death, and Time


I hear the lament daily, "I just don't have the time".
It appears that as the Harvest Moon looms larger,
so does our collective nostalgia for 'simpler times'.
But what if we had "All the Time in the World"?
Right now, in this moment?
Short answer is: we do.


"#2 Dogwood / Toward Nursing Facility"© 2009
"Autumn Missed Subset"
from the Convenient Non-locality Series©


This year, this Fall, open up your imaginations and realize
that the brilliant Golds and Oranges of Autumn do not just appear -
they segue along the undulating path of the mundane.
Gather up the process that is time.
Paint, read fiction,speak to your neighbor, mulch high your dreams.
Don't punch your time clock: embrace it as your friend.


"#4: Morning Glories / USAir to St. Louis"© 2009
"Autumn Missed Subset"
from the Convenient Non-locality Series©

Now it's time to put away your position papers, your to do lists, your formats
and schedules and expectations.
Gather the kids and the pets and the house plants and the significant others.
It's time to give thanks.
It's time to notice the nuances.
Don't let this be the Autumn Missed.
It's time to sing along!
Everybody join in!




Whew! that was fun!
Now, get you a drink of some sweet iced tea,
sit back in the rocker, and

read this marvelous article:




16 comments:

Anonymous said...

toe in the water

donna said...

No longer anonymous - the turtle has figured out the blog

Ellen said...

I'll write something later when I can fit it into my busy schedule!!

Ellen said...

What about the concept of celebrating a true sabbath/Shabbat? The religious Jews believe that they are obligated (it is commanded!) to rest every Saturday. Maybe the writers of the Torah knew something that we choose to forget?

Tom Schulz said...

Thanks for stopping by, Donna and Ellen. We'll keep the Empathinc. porch light on till you find your way back.

Tom Schulz said...

Maybe when the world retains some sense of balance, we can honor the sane rule of Shabbat. Until then, perhaps we can practice to bring bits and pieces of the concept of Shabbat into our day to day busy-ness. This may be one applicable strategy to meaningful 'time management'.

Cathy Hasty said...

Cathy, here, signed in under the alias of my daughter's gmail account. How embarrassed she will be, as only a 14 year old can be. I am taken with the reflections on time and Sabbath, taken to the wondering about the restraining forces to "making the most of time" as the Bible recommends. A friend today said "take your time" one of my favorite common expressions of grace and abundance. I do have all the time in the world, and sometimes for brief moments, I claim that audacious reality. The restraining forces? Guilt, anxiety, the reality of my death, the perceived demands of family, community,society and the unconscious drivers of which I am yet unaware. But for now it is the mac and cheese in the oven which brings such reflections to a close; ah, more grocery store theology? Thanks, Tom, for helping us the think, feel, be and therefore to live in alternative realities.

mommer said...

I tarried over your beautiful paintings with time not a factor. Time becomes more concrete when linked to memories. Capt. Kangaroo evoked a cherished moment.

We had moved to a new town with no obligations pressing on us and demanding our attention. We had our first television set and watched Capt. Kangaroo every day while waiting for your brother to be born.

Every day is important; take time to make an investment in your rememberings.

Tom Schulz said...

Wow - mac and cheese and The Captain. Carving out 'miniature vacations' along the crowded freeway of our routines. Maybe - to connect Cathy and Mommer, we should strive to remember to invest in our alternate realities. After all, with some tender care, and a dash of cayenne spirit, do we end up with some say so regarding our time connections?

tim said...

America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. It has been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt, and erased again, but baseball has marked the time. This field, this game, it's a part of our past, Ray. It reminds us of all that once was good and could be again - FIELD OF DREAMS

IT'S FALL - OF COURSE, AMD BASEBALL! AMERICA'S PAST-TIME

Tom Schulz said...

Tim,
When I was a kid, I played left field. Not as much pressure, and plenty of time to scope out the light on the carpet of grass - the play of shadows. The occasional fly ball that chanced to sail in front of the sun arced for what seemed like forever and sailed away over my head, as most things do.

tim said...

Everyone has their heavens on earth. The smell of freshly mown grass still brings back the ballpark in a way that is timeless. I remember days where there was a cloudless, bright blue sky that we used to call a "high sky", so clear that it seemed to eliminate all perspective. It, strangely, made it much harder to catch the fly balls.

Tom Schulz said...

Eliminating known perspective - the requirement then, for a new stance, an adjustment in sensibility. Have we circled back to the concept of (in the moment) Shabbat?

tim said...

Perhaps Shabbat!

"Apollo, the god of light, of reason, of proportion, harmony, number - Apollo blinds those who press too close in worship. Don't look straight at the sun. Go into a dark bar for a bit and have a beer with Dionysis, every now and then." Ursula Le Guin, The Left Hand of Darkness

Tom Schulz said...

Great citation, Tim.
Maybe this can tag along:
"Albert Einstein, on the other hand, was a pal.
Sort of a pal. They never went bowling together, or guzzled beer in a bar, but Einstein had lent him money, as a true friend will do, and they'd had some wonderful talks. If you and a guy know things about each other that nobody else knows, and you keep those things confidential, then you and the guy must be pals."
Tom Robbins, Jitterbug Perfume

tim said...

I feel a chest bump coming on!