This morning when I woke to the sound of the bread maker's beeping, and as I thrashed the fragrant wholemeal loaf out of it's snug little tin ready for breakfast I thought I needed to make today more than just a day - my husband is *sings* HOME! ...and all of my children are here, alive and well - I needed to make today memorable. So after carving up and slowly savouring said fragrant wholemeal loaf, we packed a flask of tea + some sweet goodies and high-tailed-it to the nearest children's novelty miniature railway! As you do.
Ooh, the Autumn-park-bench-tea-sipping-double-patterned-cardi-pashmina-hot-pink-leggings-Easter goodness of it all..!
But time is so fleeting.
So measured by people, and so completely unimportant to God, who is outside of it! Which always makes me wonder - how real or important is this whole time thing? The mixture between the physical: seconds, hours, days and years - and the spiritual/emotional: moments, lessons and memories of time spent absorbing one another's company, watching children play, and babies grow...
I think time is a mind game. Played, and won by those who walk, in the physical - in order to run, and dance freely in the spiritual.
Thoughts, to be continued...