I thought we were having an earthquake when
the EnterpriseAugust hit Warp speed. — Robert Bryndza
I hope you will allow me a bit of a tweak in the line from Mr. Bryndza’s The Not So Secret Emails of Coco Pinchard! Like the Enterprise looked when Captain Kirk asked Scotty for Warp speed is how August felt to me… here and (almost) gone in a brief second. And I am both thankful and sad that it has felt so.
So very thankful that time has not dragged… and unbelievably sad that this month has just raced by.
I have spent much of my time this month dabbling… Doing bits of this and that. A bit of stitching here, a bit of painting there, a few rows knit here, more rows ripped out there. The days and my dabbling feeling a bit like an hour glass… turning over when all the sand has fallen to begin the process again.
I have also been reading thoughts about time. Mostly, reading and rereading Layli Long Soldier’s An Essay of (K)nots and Footnotes. Like all of her writing, it takes me time to settle in and begin to “get it”… but once I do… well, those feelings are the reason I keep reading and rereading! She makes me just the tiniest bit wiser.
This is how time works. A tapestry of interconnectivity. Pull on a loose thread, and find it woven through to the first (k)not. — Layli Long Soldier
As a “fidgeter” I am one to pull those loose threads… and, as inner perfectionist me is wont to do… quickly tie on a new thread and keep moving forward.
However, this month has helped me see that it is wiser to just leave the loose thread visible… knowing it is an important part of life… a visible reminder of when one thing ended. Then comes the hope of waiting for a new thread to begin and allowing myself the time to live in the in-between.
As always, I am so very thankful to Carolyn for providing us the space and encouragement each month to share our word work. Please stop and see how others have journeyed this month.
See you all back here on Wednesday!
I wasn’t even thinking much about time, but August did fly by!
“Live in the in-between.” That is kind of what August has felt like to me. Between Summer and Fall. Between despair and hope. I, too, have been fidgeting a bit, but enjoying what I am doing.
Oh, Kat, this post did something wild to my heart rate. It felt like everything stopped, slowed, and the space I’m in felt insulated while I read. (I think you and I are having *some* similarities with our interrelated words this year.) Poetry, your words about loose threads… Leaving them, almost as a memorial to what is, what *was*–versus disguising them to cover grief or discomfort or imperfection, well. Beautifully said.
This month definitely felt like the fastest yet this year. I even caught myself writing the date down as July yesterday! It feels a bit like a time of things ending — summer break, the really long days, the steamy weather (one can hope!). I think that I will set aside some time for poetry this coming weekend to force myself to slow down and drink it in.
Like you I have been using August as some inbetween time, and gosh how fast it has gone. the weather has turned here, sunny days are pleasant again, no more snoozing away the time on my garden sofa, but gently being busy. the biggest surprise this Summer for me was enjoying the olympics. so many odd sports.
I am also amazed at how fast August has come and and almost gone. I have also spent time moving from bits of one project to another – so unlike me. Time is an interesting intriguing concept. I do enjoy reading your reflections about it.
time flies when i am having fun, if I am dreading something then it’s slow as molasses. The older I get the faster it goes by!!
It’s funny, because I was thinking August was draaaaaging. And then I went on vacation for a week and BAM now it’s almost September. The way we experience time is so subjective. I’m glad you are finding your way through each month with this word.