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Do you have enough time? Do any of us have enough time? Are we running out of time? Are we losing precious time?
I was reading a book the other day that mentioned a new way of looking at the concept we call time, and how we relate to it.
Usually when we think of time we think of not having enough, or that time is running out, or time is flying by, or time that we’ve lost never to be recovered. The image that is often used is an hourglass with the sands of time steadily running down to the bottom half, diminishing the amount on top.
Richard Leider and David Shapiro, authors, have taken that popular image and literally turned it upside down.
Instead of picturing ourselves at the top of the hourglass where time is running out, they suggest that we picture ourselves at the bottom of the hourglass.
By picturing ourselves at the bottom, our whole perspective changes as each minute is followed by another and another and another in abundance. Time isn’t running out or lost, it is flowing to us in a never-ending stream.
No longer do we need to worry about missing out, or thinking that we’ve been past over. There are abundant minutes in our lives for us to do whatever we want. We no longer need to frantically rush about as there is plenty of time to get done what needs to be done, or do what we want to do.
Enjoy all your minutes...there are more coming your way!
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It will soon be Father’s Day, and I would like to share with you some of my childhood memories of my Dad.
I can remember being a preschooler and playing with my dad. Okay...I played while he laid down on the couch. This put him at the perfect height for me to use his head as my playing area. My dad always had a brush cut, making the crown of his head (especially right after a haircut!) the perfect lush ‘field’ to ‘graze’ my toy cows or ‘gallop’ my toy horses across. Looking back now, I can only say that he was infinitely patient with me and could obviously tolerate a lot of pain! Take a moment to imagine a hard plastic horse, in the hands of a preschooler, ‘galloping’ across the crown of your head.
Dad would also spend lots of time driving dinky cars around a track approximately 2 feet by 1 foot with me. Around and around...and around and around...For variety, we would sometimes prop the track up slightly, thus creating an incline to race our cars down. If done correctly, the cars would continue across the floor as we didn’t have carpet!
Often when Dad was working outside in the yard or garden, I would ‘help’ him with my own set of miniature garden tools, imitating his actions, or I’d be stirring up a large batch of mud pies in his wheel barrow.
It is said that any man can be a father, but it takes a special man to be a DAD! Happy Father’s Day to All the Fathers!
*Reprinted, with revisions, from the June 7, 2002 issue of the Chautauqua