Oh dear, it’s happened again, time has escaped me. A minute ago it was 2014, and now I’m gathering up receipts and closing the books of that very enjoyable year spent getting to know you on My Front Porch. Is it too late to say,
“Happy New Year”?
The lurch I felt when I realized that the first month of this new 2015 year is almost over, started me thinking about the nature of Time and what time means to me. The first thing I realized was how time forms the basis of almost all of our experience. Here are some examples:
As a Shadow
Probably the earliest, and therefore most accurate representation of the passage of time, referencing time’s fundamental non existence… a shadow, a ghost, an illusion.
Yes, as we all agree, time moves…relentlessly, some would say. There is no better depiction of the movement of time than the hourglass.
The visual sense of grains of sand passing through an hour glass is probably both the most symbolic and most powerful motivator to hasten things along.
Possessing Human Attributes.
The ubiquitous clock face, human attributes, face and hands, we unconsciously assign to time. It is the seeing and doing of all things set to numbers. It is not surprising that this representation of time first appeared at the dawn of the industrial age. More recently we have Facetime. Is this the reverse of the clock analogy, human faces going digital?
Who says you can’t turn back the hands of time. In your Face, Time!
As a Season
A side note: Fall has decided to stay with us indefinitely. As of this posting we have seen only the tiniest dusting (Christmas day) of snow in these parts. I cannot in good conscience change the header of this blog to the rightful Winter scene until it accurately depicts what you’ll see when you visit My Front Porch.
The Gift of a Lifetime
Probably the most flexible in it’s measure, but the most precious of time’s assignations.
As a measurement
Hours, minutes, days…
In youth, an eternity. In old age, a blur. Time as measurement is certainly a matter of perspective.
As a balm
Time heals all wounds.
Is this a measure of restoration, human endurance or both?
As a possession or lack of one
We can gain or lose an hour, gain time/lose time. We say, “I don’t have time.” “This is my time!”
Where does time come from? Where do you keep “your” time?
As a memory – old times
Somehow time manages to take on a radiant quality in this context, a sort of rosy glow.
A very brief history of time..
And now IT’S LUNCHTIME!
Reminder: It’s lunch HOUR!
See you all NEXT TIME!