Today, February 1st, is Imbolc. St. Brigid’s Day. In Gaelic tradition, it marks the beginning of spring.
February 2nd, tomorrow, is my birthday. I have always hated it.
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I Should Get A Medal
I am so good at letting go of time. Of surrendering time. Of losing time.
What A Year
Yesterday, I accidentally released a post I hadn’t quite finished, so I hurriedly and embarrassedly deleted it, but I would still like to visit the topic. Because yesterday last year, October 3rd, was the day we finally got to Ohio and could take a breath.
If I Could Manipulate Time
I’ve written about this before, wanting to slow down time. Like when I was pregnant, I had a great time, mostly, and I didn’t want it to end.
Islands of Slowed Down Time
I bought Mamma Zen over the weekend and just this morning read a chapter on time, reflecting on the artificial demarkations of time (for example, day v. night, which cease to exist with someone whose stomach can only hold four oz).
One way of unbending time
I’m going through a period of excitment right now: I’m getting married March 3, 2014, and I”m preparing for it now. I can’t even count how many times people have told me about this engagement period, “That time is so much fun.” “Enjoy it; it’s a great time.” “Remember this time.” I’m glad they warned me, because I hadn’t imagined that this would be a particularly significant time to remember, but I’m taking their advice.
I Didn't Just Wake Up This Morning With A Craving 