This morning, I awoke to the gentle white light of sunrise. How nice it would be to spend a few leisurely hours writing and puttering before the obligations of the day set in. I flipped on the TV to see the weather predictions. A ribbon across the screen read, “Change Your Clocks. Spring Forward!” Oh, no! I’d completely forgotten. My clock read 7 am. My phone read 8 am. For a few moments of adjustment, I felt lost in time- a bit as though I’d just gotten off a plane in a different time zone. Muttering to myself, “Will I be late for church, or early for church? Late. No, early.”, I made my semiannual walk through the house to synchronize all the clocks. Outside, the morning sun made its predictably slow climb into the sky, unaffected by man’s strange ideas about its hours of rising and setting. Yes, this was only a tool created by humans for human convenience. This daylight savings idea had not been a reality until the 1960’s when instituted to make the Western workday coincide with the hours of light. Not at all a bad idea, yet not exactly a fact written in stone.
I decided to be grateful for this manmade adjustment to the ever-unchanging light. I’d try using it like a sixty-minute gift making it possible for me to see more of the wonders in the world around us. I can use it to get out more in search of signs of spring or use it to sit for more minutes under the sun, finding peace in the silence.
More important than the hour we assign to a segment of time is what we do with the precious hours we’re allotted while here on earth. Let’s not waste any hours in anger or fretful anxiety. Rather, let’s try to relax into the minutes and feel the absolute wonder of being alive on this earth, no matter the time or season.
There is a time for all things…
Blessings, Sandra
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