Lately, I've been noticing how time is experienced in our society and how time is often referred to in a monetary sense. We “make time ” for what is valued and perceive time as as being “used”, “spent”, and “wasted”. What would it be like if in a lifetime time was deeply experienced as something to be in, rather than primarily as a commodity? What could it be like to be fully in time in relationship to nature, with the phases of the sun and moon, the seasons and the weather, as within indigenous cultures? How do discarded objects describe and mark time?
As I played with these concepts, I started rummaging through the tangle of saved [hoarded?] objects in my studio and began this piece. Junk or traces of worthwhile pursuits? Maybe both. I incorporated pencils worn to stubs, time and time again. I attached a cast iron stove top grate to represent endless meals cooked and shared. The remains of paint in tubes and cans were applied. Added were watches worn and worn out while being “on time” and late, in the flow and while watching the clock and feeling that I was running out of time. Here's a comical image, envisioning “running out of time” as a person bolting out of a clock or calendar and chasing time, by minutes, weeks, years...
Perhaps the most important aspect of being in time, is sensing timing, intuiting when to do or be, act or wait, be more internal or external, and whether to speak or listen. Becoming more conscious of timing rather than time allows for listening to inner guidance and imagining to shape outward occurrences, resulting in synchronicity, arising opportunities, connectivity, compassion and more.
Hmm. I'm finding that sensing timing and being stressed out don't co-exist. Sensing timing is a portal into being in the flow, where time becomes silent rather than like loud traffic noise, harsh, agitating and distracting. High time to pay attention, right?