This is a good time of the year, the natural world is shaking off it’s seasonal dormancy and eager to embrace the changes.
I won’t say it’s my favorite time of year as each season is special in it’s own way, but there’s an invigorating quality about it, a sense of renewal that’s unmistakable.
I’m more inclined to mark time by the season than the day, week, or month – it feels more natural, more fluid.
That isn’t to say there isn’t a clock in the house, a modern necessity as the world runs by the minute and hour, in fact is constrained by the very concept.
It’s all about appointments, what’s open or closed and when?
Job responsibilities, and even certain dates like anniversaries and birthdays you’re well advised to remember.
There is a universal concept of time, though with variations – variations as to New Year for example, or “ndn” time, and I suppose Tulsa time.
People are enjoined to let time serve them rather than by be mastered by it, not an easy proposition, but I’d like to think we all somehow make the effort.
In that vein garden planting time nears, and I consider time devoted to that qualifies as being served by the time invested to plant, nurture, and harvest.
I believe the same can be said of worthwhile pursuits and time devoted to children, family, and loved ones – friends as well.
Time ultimately ravages the body, for some the spirit, seems fitting then that along the way we have found ways to make it serve us in the bargain.