Time Dialation

Right.
We all know the phenomenon. When you are watching the clock, time proceeds extraordinarily slow.

I got a very part time job recently. All of two hours a day when I am called to action as I am an alternate - covering for the regulars.
For forty five minutes at a stretch I ply my trade - safely crossing "peds" (hey, that's what the manual says) during school.
I am a crossing guard.

A forty five minute stint is SO short one should be able to complete it without a thought.
And yet...
When I look at my watch it feels as though time completely stops. Yeah, we are all familiar with this.
"What?! Only two minute have passed?"

So I left my mind wander.
Somewhere down the street someone had opened a drain and water began coming down towards me. I watched the leaves and street debris forming breaks and barriers. Seeing the ebb & flow of the water. Thoughts just swirled.
This is what I, what we all did regularly as a children.

Ten minutes passed without notice.
And I had relaxed as well. The down time is appreciated.

Have A Little Passion

It is a good thing to be completely consumed by a love for something. Not to be ruled or dictated to by that love; it is not a need so much as a part of who you are when you wake up in the morning.

I have passions.
I enjoy many diverse things.
But for some reason they all seem to tie together...almost neatly. Einstein would be proud of my unified universe.
I walk the earth and smell the air and my lungs fill with a rich ache, a memory perhaps. Or maybe a present fulfillment? And then I hear music. My heart beats and I feel music. Everything I do seems to lead me back to some innate thing inside. I have intuitive understandings that are incredibly deep and yet I haven't the words to put them before people. So I sing about them instead.

Everything in life is musical to me. I wonder if carpenters feel wood in everything they touch? I would suspect as much. It is natural. I am not really different than anyone else. Some of us proudly wear our passions. Most do not, and that is a sad thing. Probably what Hippies were trying to explain. Acting responsible does not mean foregoing love of anything, no matter how small society deems it.

Give your inner voice a chance to be heard.
I'll listen.