T I M E

Time seems to be a man-made concept created to give our lives some sort of logical order. Our existence in this time-like environment is similar to a blip on a radar screen, but a glorious one, at that. I have thought a great deal about time this past year. Too many deaths; some expected and some sudden. Most passings are of the older crowd, but a few are far too young to have occurred, but they did.

This is not a morbid post even though I speak of death. No pun intended, but death is a fact of this life. What we accomplish and who we become, between birth and death, is deemed by many as a way to define us. We may become financially successful, intellectually and/or academically prominent, creative beyond our wildest imaginations, philanthropic to an excess we can’t comprehend, athletically superb, or simply average (as are most of us). But what of our very essence; the most significant aspect of who and what we really are – our souls?

Today is my dad’s birthday. He would have been one hundred years old had he lived past his sixtieth birthday. I was a young man when he died. I have outlived him in years, yet memories abound even though I spent less than a third of my time with dad while he was alive. Time…what does it really mean?

Recently, I watched a documentary called Blue Zones which is about Centenarians. The researcher identified half a dozen areas around the world where the populations lived well past their mid-nineties and had above average health. It was insightful to learn what dynamics shaped their longevity and good quality of life, and I came away realizing that I can put into practice much of what I learned. However, my goal is quality over longevity, but to have both could be a bonus.

Several songs about Time have been playing in my head: Time by Pink Floyd is probably the most notable song about this concept. Jim Croce’s Time in a Bottle is beautiful. Another rock song is Fly Like and Eagle by The Steve Miller band where Steve sings about time slipping away. Then, there is this Alan Jackson song which melts my heart when I hear it, and as I sing along with Alan, who wrote it. Rather than sing it, I chose to list the lyrics below. I hope it causes you to reconsider Time. Enjoy!

Remember when I was young and so were you. And time stood still and love was all we knew. You were the first, so was I. We made love and then you cried. Remember when.

Remember when we vowed the vows and walked the walk. Gave our hearts, made the start and it was hard. We lived and learned, life threw curves. There was joy, there was hurt. Remember when.

Remember when old ones died and new were born. And life was changed, disassembled, rearranged. We came together, fell apart, and broke each other’s hearts. Remember when.

Remember when the sound of little feet was the music we danced to week to week. Brought back the love, we found trust. Vowed we’d never give it up. Remember when.

Remember when thirty seemed so old. Now lookin’ back, it’s just a steppin’ stone. To where we are, where we’ve been. Said we’d do it all again. Remember when.

Remember when we said when we turned gray. When the children grow up and move away. We won’t be sad, we’ll be glad. For all the life we’ve had. And we’ll remember when.

For Cheryl

Mayan Faces

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Several years ago we visited an ancient Mayan complex in the Yucatan jungle of Mexico called Chichen Itza. I wanted to visit this site since I was a small boy. I finally did as a man, although the boy is still in me. We visited the pyramids, the planetarium, the sports arena, and miscellaneous other structures. I regret that I didn’t purchase the handful of small towels that grandma was holding. I knew they were inexpensive and she probably could have used the money, plus it would have given her the satisfaction of selling her wares.

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In addition, we viewed many types of colorful clothing, beautiful pottery and assorted trinkets-all made by the local Mayan people. As I revisited some photographs, the people stood out as much as the ancient structures we witnessed on that overcast day. I began to recognize the faces I viewed were direct ancestors of the people who created these magnificent and sophisticated complexes. Along with their keen astronomical abilities, their advanced farming techniques, along with the death rituals made to their Gods, this civilization almost vanished. However, the Mayan people and their culture still exist, but without those gruesome rituals!

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From the old to the young, a story lies within each person’s heart and is displayed upon their face. What will these children’s stories be like as they grow old? Only God truly knows. Have you ever thought about your own story? If you are reading this and don’t like it, there is still time to change course and alter your story so it has a better ending. I wish you well.

Peering Thru The Rails

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Do you ever catch yourself peering out of a window (or in this case through wood railings) simply taking-in the scenery laid before you? That is what Carson does quite often, although I believe his real intent is on locating a resident squirrel or two…or three. We have more squirrels per square foot than prey to hunt them. They breed like rabbits, and create a nuisance. However, I do thoroughly enjoy watching the little ones play as they run, jump, twirl around tree trunks and fly from branch to branch.

Carson, our West Highland Terrier, is getting older. Just like me. He still alights from the deck like a crazy canine, but he is slowing a bit. This begs mentioning the blown knees he has endured-of which one had total reconstructive surgery. He is now a Platinum dog, if you catch my meaning. I, too, have had my share of setbacks which is not unusual for humans getting older.

For the young who may read this post, I was once young and agile, and oh…so daring. I won’t even talk about the stupid, but bravado acts I used to do when I was more virile. However, the spark is not gone: not by any means. It has flickered, though, for the past few years. Too many deaths, poor health issues, and negative job situations eventually take their toll. Besides, age coupled with experience changes us all. If young, you will found out. If older, you know what I am talking about.

Some people learn and grow, in spite of their personal issues, while some never seem to learn. These type of folk frustrate me the most…those who keep on doing stupid stuff that should have been mothballed twenty years ago or more. I can do nothing more than hope and pray that something (like a rock falling on their head) awakens them!

Today, we end the month on my beloved wife’s birthday. No man should ever be so lucky as I am. Not only did I wed the princess of my dreams, but have managed to hang onto to her for, oh, so long. I don’t deserve such a blessing. Should you ever find yourself wondering if endearing yourself to a mate for the duration of your life is worth it…just ask me and I will talk all night as to why it is so.