The baby’s made a bee line for the dog’s food and water bowls. Crawling across the floor at an expeditious rate. With the breakneck ferocity of a professional athlete in the flow state. Flames imbedded in the kitchen tiles like Tex Cobb burning across the asphalt in Raising Arizona (see pic above). The second she makes it there… it’s on. Dog dish Utopia!!! Her hands will slam into the water bowl in a celebration of life itself and then the bowl will be ejected from it’s wooden base so it’s liquid contents can be inspected more clearly on the kitchen floor. The food bowl is then next, much like an after dinner sorbet, if you will, and turned upside down so the cold steel can be licked, savored and inspected to relish it’s temperature and flavor.
While this is happening, I’m attempting to fix the coffee machine, make almond milk, I need to leave for TLO 5 minutes ago and have packed absolutely nothing for my journey there. In the middle of this one seemingly chaotic moment in my life, I hear a voice in my head say “Who’s got the time?” Not literally but… “who’s got time for all this stuff?” Why did that pop into my head?
I think we get caught up in this belief that we’re thrown into this world of unrealistic expectations and impossible deadlines. That we’re victims of the clock. There’s not enough time in the day! Incorrect. If we were more present to each moment, I think we’d notice that not only is there enough time in the day but time isn’t even a thing when we’re truly giving ourselves to each moment as it’s rolled out in front of us like an eternal red carpet.
Moments are neutral until we make them dire. Time is a gift, not a guarantee. And we’re only given that gift up to our next breath. So, I guess my very round about point is… it’s not “Who’s got the time?” but it’s “What a good time!” Just ask my daughter as she eats that hair ball she just found in the corner. This life is a gas if you let be.
