There is never...never...ever...enough time in a day. I once heard a Bible teaching many years ago on a scripture about how time will speed up the closer we get to the end of time. I've often meditated on that. And as I'm getting older...now 61...the more true it seems. A day is a flicker of a firefly on a summer nite. A week is a deep sigh. A month is a deep breath. A year...well, it's almost gone before it starts. It used to be I'd hear only older folks say how fast time flies, but even young people comment on how life seems to be on a carousel that spins faster and faster all the time. Is it the frenetic pace this world seems to function at now...the connectedness to anyone anywhere in the world at any time? I dunno. All I know is I can't keep up with it. It exhausts me trying to.
I found this quote by J.M. Barrie and it touched something in my heart this morning. This is the first day I've visited my blog in many months and I have spent some of the most golden hours of my life here, chronicling the lives of my two grandsons as they came into the world and until we moved here to Michigan. Then real life in a different realm came into being...the busyness of my life here doesn't seem to allow me to have any writing time any more. Even to keep up with messages from friends on Facebook and email overwhelms me at times. And, oh....how my heart yearns to be able to sit down at the end of the day and chat to myself. Not for anyone's enjoyment except my own. I don't care if anyone comes here to read what I write. This is my space. My breathing room. My shelter from the storms life can toss at me now and then. And my sanctuary, where I come to renew myself.
When we moved here almost 4 1/2 years ago my grandsons were just turning 3 and 5. They're now young boys, 7 and 9. Moving here has been wonderful for them and it thrills my heart to see them thriving the way they are. They're doing so well in school, surrounded by many friends, involved in sports. When we launched out into the 'great unknown', moving almost 2400 miles from our native Oregon, we hadn't an inkling of what was in store for us. It has been especially life-changing for my Dear Hubby and me, coming here when we were 57 years old. It has been a good life-change. It has given us an entirely different life that we never had on the West Coast. It has opened up travel all around the region. I never dreamed I'd ever drive thru the Appalachian and Ozark Mountain Ranges. I never dreamed I'd see the Mississippi, Missouri, and Ohio Rivers in person. Or visited cities like Louisville, Indianapolis, St. Louis, Chicago, Cincinnati. Or Niagara Falls. Or been in Canada more times than I can count, with some of my dearest life friends living in Ontario. Or travelled up into Michigan's Upper Peninsula at the height of leaf color in the Fall and feasting on the beauty there. I never imagined this would happen in my lifetime. I thought I'd be stuck in my little corner of the Pacific Northwest for the rest of my life. But one never knows what change might be around the corner. Does one. And are you stunned into stupefaction and never adapt at our ages? Or do you do what we did...embrace it! Let it rejuvenate us! Open our senses to it!
My son has said several times since we all moved here he has only one regret about it...that it was so late in my life and his dad's and he wished it could have happened years ago so we could enjoy it longer. But I don't look at it that way...the 'could have beens'. I look at it as a gift we were given. And it's a gift that keeps on giving.