Blog » Letter From Grandfather Time (Thursday, 3 January 2019)

Alcohol Ink on Yupo paper
I was never the enemy. Grandmother Earth and I are a team. We watch over humanity, but - just between you and me - your Grandmother gets ALL the love.
 
I know, I know, there is pollution and overpopulation and she’s got her challenges, but let me yell you something - she’s got weather. She can rage hurricanes and tidal waves and demand attention. Yeah, it’s true. I’m jealous of the old Girl. She’s got oceans and mountains and deserts and rainforests and molten lava - I mean, volcanoes, for God’s sake! How cool is that?
 
What have I got? The biggest tricks I have are wrinkles, grey hair and wisdom. Heck, I can’t even honestly claim wisdom - have you noticed how many humans live a long time but fail to achieve wisdom? 
 
All I got was sundials, watches, clocks.  Gadgets that click, ting, rattle and buzz. Times passing, time’s passing, time’s passing.
 
My mystery and secrets are long forgotten. Right now Grandmother Earth is having all the fun.
 
Time is what humans try to beat. To stop. They’d never dream of beating Earth. Stopping Earth. Bending Earth.
 
In spite of it all, I still love you. I still love all you silly humans, no matter that you curse me, lose me, waste me, throw me away - hell, humans even kill me!
 
And still I am here for you. Guarding moments, creating placeholders for memories, giving you history. Offering you a future.  And always holding you right now.
 
I know I’m elusive. Quicksilver is how I like to think of myself. 
 
You’ve become obsessed with calendars and clocks. I blame the Romans for that.  Before sundials and moon charts, there was only the turning of Mother Earth. Gently, quietly, around the sun. Dancing with the moon. My job is to govern that dance. Too fast, and apples don’t get to ripen. Too slow, and fresh grass and water run out. 
 
I govern the graceful, fluid progression of sunshine and moonlight. Lush green leaves, followed by bare branches - growth and dormancy.
 
There was once only the past, the present and the future. The more you broke it down into yesterday, tomorrow, next week, next year, next century, the unhappier you all became. 
 
You see, I am not the enemy. I am your Grandfather. In my arms I hold the past, present and future, and you occupy a tender place firmly in the now.
 
I’m not the bad guy. I’m not something to be managed, controlled and bent. I am something to sink into. To rest and relax, knowing there is certainty to a sunrise tomorrow. A fresh start, a new day.
 
I watch you with your calendars and clocks and planners and alarms and wonder what is all that for? Can you not hear your heart calling you to the person, place or thing you need now?
 
Listen. Your soul is telling you the time. 
 
 
 
 
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  • Posted by Tracey on 01/04/19 10:21am

    Glad you enjoyed it, Wendy! It was rather illuminating to write too! Not at all what I expected when I began. Dancing in the Now sounds like the best focus any of us could have. xo

  • Posted by Wendy on 01/04/19 1:55am

    Absolutely loved this... and was delighted when you illuminated the “dance” between Grandfather and Grandmother - what a stunning visual and realization on being mindful in the now. I’m resolved to be less tethered to calendars and clocks, and more focused on dancing in the now!

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