Why does time have to move so very fast?
“Is time moving too fast for me?”
I ask myself this question lately as I move through the nice times in life that seem to be too short.
Children, grandkids, loving relationships all seem to move through my life like a barrel rolling fast down a hill; catching some moss as it rolls by me. Making noisy rumbling and thundering noises that wake me up!
And I see the barrel but cannot seem to catch up with it to get it to slow down for a moment; allowing me to balance myself with a breath.
Taking a breath
Lately it seems that every breath is counted.
If you knew exactly how many breaths you would have in your life, would you begin to count?
A way of measuring life’s events and looking at your watch saying to yourself, “This better not take too long, it is taking too many breaths of life. I need to save some.”
So I begin to save my breaths by slowing them down; consciously becoming aware any time I am winded and catching breath after breath to savor the moments in time.
Knowing that my ticker may also have a finite number of beats I begin my journey today thinking that meditation has been a very good thing for me and I have to find more minutes in my daily events to slow down, relax and meditate.
And when I am there in a meditative state, I dismiss those worrisome ways that distract me; mindfully finding my way down my vision path to a place that is spirit.
And today, as in every day, my spirit rises above telling me that all the good things in life are in my daily living where I help others, and in helping others, I help myself find more and more happy moments.
I am conscious of not moving too fast down the road of life; staying balanced and in touch with myself in a mindful way.