Managing Time, or Being Managed By Time?
As I sit here darkness grows and the temperature drops. When the wind blows my face feels the brisk sharpness of the cold. As the trees bend I look straight up to see them moving back and forth far above my head. It’s an amazing feeling—like being one with the trees.
I’m sitting in the woods at dusk for a chance to be outside. I first got my duties out of the way by dumping the compost, and getting fire wood for the evening and morning. My hope was too come out earlier, but I remembered I had to send off some timely emails about our “Grihastha call” for married persons on Wednesday. Then I ended up working on my chapter for the Grihastha book our group (NA Grihastha Vision Team www.vaisnavafamilyresources.org) is working on, according to the recommendations of one of our members who critiqued it. I did my best to incorporate her suggestions, but it seems I would have to do a big re-write to really comply with her. In may need that, yet I think not. As many writers feel I liked what I wrote and find it hard to edit my own work.
As I sit here darkness grows and the temperature drops. When the wind blows my face feels the briskness of the cold. As the trees bend I look straight up to see them moving back and forth far above my head. It’s an amazing feeling—like being one with the trees. One of the many benefits to tall trees is that they can make one feel very small, like an ant in grass! “Tall” or size is relative to one’s experience, so when I think of the gigantic redwoods of California, these trees don’t feel as big. Still they are big enough to dwarf me. Our house is about 30 feet and the trees are about 20 feet above this, even though most of them are not original growth on the land. When I gaze above my head with trees on all sides they do seem large and dominate my tiny size.
Although I know this is Krishna’s energy—that he is the Source of everything, yet only indirectly associated with matter, living as he does in his original spiritual abode—still we can see worldly phenomenon as his Universal form. The Shrimad Bhagavatam, 2nd Canto, 6th chapter encourages us. The Earth can be seen as part of his body, the hills and mountains, the stacks of his bones, the rivers and steams his veins, the trees the hair on his body, the clouds the hairs on his head, the sun and moon his eyes and the movement of time.
As I remember his original blue, three folding bending form playing the flute and sporting with his friends and lovers, I am still inspired to see the material world in this way. My wife and I have found living in the country very conducive for spiritual practices.
I can barely see the page before me, though I can still make out the buzzards gliding silently in the sky in search of dead bodies, and the red and pink of the sunset. The whole time I write the neighbor's dogs bark as if to challenge my patience, inner peace and tolerance—though they do mercifully stop for periods. Such barking is one of the reasons I like to go to the bottom of our land next to the spring. Only due to the time element today was I unable to go there. Do we manage time or does time manage us?