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Man does not weave this web of life. He is merely a strand of it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself.~~ Chief Seattle
A house with any kind of age will have dozens of stories to tell. I suppose if a novelist could live long enough, one could base an entire oeuvre on the lives that weave in and out of an antique house. ~~Anita Shreve
(What a fantastic idea for a book! Hmmmm)
You may delay, but time will not. ~~Benjamin Franklin
Yesterday's the past, tomorrow's the future, but today is a gift. That's why it's called the present. ~~Bil Keane
Time and tide wait for no man. ~~Geoffrey Chaucer
Lost - yesterday, somewhere between sunrise and sunset, two golden hours, each set with sixty diamond minutes. No reward is offered, for they are gone forever. ~~Horace Mann
The past is but a thread in the tapestry of our future. ~~Nora Roberts, Three Fates
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Time, the sense thereof, is an important concept in writing. You have a timeline in the thread of a book. Not unlike the Three Fates, we, as writers, weave these threads to create the stories we tell.
I've done a bit of research on the Fates, or the Moirai, who are the weavers of destiny, weaving the threads of our lives together, creating the pattern of our life in the warp and woof which are the threads that run lengthwise (warp) and crosswise (woof) in a woven fabric.
Time, that allotted length of the fabric that is us, while consistent, can seem to shrink or stretch out unfathomably. Waiting for summer vacation, versus the whole of it stretching out before you. The dying man only wishes for more time. Talk to the mother who's been in labor for thirteen hours. You wait six months to go on vacation and those two weeks pass in a flash.
What is time? To us, it is seconds, moments, years or a lifetime. To a wild animal, it might be the series of colds and warms broken up by mating seasons and giving birth.
Consider the phrases in a minute, soon, a little while, and shortly. They mean different things depending up who is saying it and why. Five minutes to me has nothing in common with what it means to my husband. Soon may mean five minutes or an hour. (He says the dog can't tell time. I disagree. So does the pooch!)
I remember telling him (when we were getting married in our mid-fifties) that I wanted a twentieth anniversary. He grinned and said he hoped we lived that long. Twenty years seemed like such a long time in the future.
That was seventeen years ago. On one hand, it feels (in a good way) that we've been married forever. On the other hand, it still feels like yesterday. I still get an immense charge out of being called 'Mrs. Moyer.'
I'll never know what it feels like to be married fifty or more years to someone, but I can only imagine what it must be like when a partner passes, leaving the other behind. I remember my mother saying that, "We just got married, how can he just be gone?' That was shortly after their forty-second anniversary. More than half their life they spent together. My husband's folks wree married for almost sixty years and they got married in their early twenties.
Time stretches and condenses.
I'm going to be seventy-one in a few months, next month my hubby turns seventy-three. We've been talking about wills and such. He does NOT want to talk about it, although we will soon. (There's that word again!) We've talked around it for twenty years. Point is, we've reached that point in our lives where the time to come is far less than the time we've had. The sands are as sparse as the hairs on his head. It really makes one think of time in a fresh light.
We aren't immortal. Certainly not anywhere close to the feelings that we'd live forever that we had when we were younger. When I think of some of the adventures we've had that could have (maybe should have) turned out differently, it is a bit overwhelming. My right knee, his left shoulder, the eyeglasses I switch between regularly, the aches that morning brings, or after a hard day's work stacking firewood. To quote a song by Toby Keith, "I'm not as young as I once was." and "Your body says 'You can't do this, boy,' but my mind says 'Oh, yes I can.'"
There is a Cotton commercial that has the tagline - "the fabric of our lives." I'm sure you remember the song that went with it. It all sort of knits around to the concept of the Fates and weaving. A full circle.
I think I'm more aware of time in general than I ever was before. Using it, appreciating it, and not wasting it! So write that book. Take that vacation. Take that walk together. Hug your kids and don't let busy lives get in the way of connection!
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markmore  says: great job on the article. I agree observing is so much more than just seeing. I look forward to your next observations. Mark
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