Marifran Korb

My Relationship With Time

by on Jul.15, 2010, under Random Writings on Relationship

Last night I was in a writing circle that was around a virtual campfire.  It was led by vivacious, ingenious Julie Jordan Scott.  Julie directed us from her state of CA, while the rest of us were writing in other parts of the world. Our imagination keeps us together around a creative campfire that sparks our souls.

While Julie gave us two prompts in a row, this is the prompt that prompted this post: “The writing I will harvest today is … “

The writing I will harvest today is the moment I am in. On this clear evening, I can smell the honeysuckle as I observe the sun’s rays at a lower angle, highlighting the side of my house instead of the roof. Still, the strong sun makes its descent in the sky in these few hours before twilight. I love this time of day.

If a day is compared to a lifetime, how much time does my life have? Is this the stage my life is in? If all goes well, I can count on a few more decades before twilight time. Has my sun, or energy, peaked? What year was that exactly? I had not noticed.

On reflection I do not think my important energy is waning, even while the hour is way past noon and the years are adding up. In a day, I am very productive even between the time the sun sets and the time sleep sets in. So I can do plenty when the decades continue. Those years will be like this beautiful time of day when the sky is getting ready to dress up for the sunlight’s long passage through the atmosphere. The sky celebrates with spectacular colors.

Even when the sunlight disappears below the horizon and envelops the outdoors, my inner lights keep me going. I love the moment I am in.

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2 Comments for this entry

  • Morgine

    What poetry and metaphor and images coming to mind and sharing a moment with you. I too have honeysuckle, fragrantly hanging on the arbor around the wooden gate to my yard. Its green growing arms always seeking to embrace and grace my face as I walk by. I sometimes stop to weave it back into itself so I can walk by without being bound too tightly :). I so miss the suns rays gracing my face as it sets because mine is greatly filtered between a thickly forested hill of trees across the street from my deck. I can close my eyes though and imagine yours or the oceans waves and their music soaking through my skin as I watched the bright orange ball fall beneath their wet wings, resting for yet another night and sparkling delight on the other side where day is just beginning anew.
    rainbow sparkles glitters and delight Morgine

  • Susan

    “…the sky is getting ready to dress up for the sunlight’s long passage through the atmosphere.” What poetry. The whole piece instilled such presence, such calm, such openness. Write on, my friend!

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