The Time of My Life

Honestly, I've never believed in time. What I mean is that, for me, time is only a human construct, made up eons ago (in Sumeria, I believe) to facilitate trade. I'm not a fan of labels, like Gen-X or Boomers, that divide generations into separate camps. I don't even like tests that tell me I'm in better shape than I "should" be for my age. 

I respond to time more in sync with how I imagine the natural world (that we're actually part of) responds. Here are some thoughts on time that I've recorded in my journals from time to time. Oops, there it is again, LOL!

Twilight Haiku

Neither dark, nor light

The power of in between.

I am unafraid. 

 

When Am I Now?

Dawn shows herself in splintered shafts of light between the trees. Shimmering with motes of life. It is dreamy and unfocused, like me in my teens and twenties. Would I want to be there again? Heck no, because I know what follows.

The slow brightening of discovery. Who am I? What shall I do? Am I good enough? Will there be love? The surprising glare of mid-day. Is this all there is? The creeping shadows of afternoon. OMG, I'm not young any more. Am I invisible now? Do I still count?

And I realize; I've always liked twilight best. The perfect poise between day and night. I am bathed in the glowing spectrum of all the moments that came before. I am whole unto myself and a part of all that is and was and ever will be. This is the glorious twilight of my life. Precious and powerful as a big gulp of air before going under. I am content. At peace. Unafraid.