Spending time

Today is a gift of time for you to spend continuously. 

You are free to spend it wisely, spend your time with others or just go on a crazy wild all day self indulgent spending spree.

There is however no bank for you to deposit today’s time for the future, every passing moment must be spent but remember there are no returns or refunds allowed for bad choices.

At the end of the day take a few moments to reflect on the value of your purchases and think about how you might spend your gift of time tomorrow.

The balance of nature

By Guest Author JH Huzzah

Mother Nature and Father Time resided in the heart of a mystical forest. Their existence spanned eons, and they had forever found themselves in an unyielding conflict. Mother Nature was the embodiment of life and growth, while Father Time was the harbinger of change and decay. Their differences became a chasm, leaving them barely able to stand each other’s presence.

One day, a young woman named Anya was wandering through the forest when she came upon Mother Nature and Father Time in a heated argument. She was taken aback to see them so angry, shouting at one another, and she asked them what was wrong.

“Father Time is always trying to change things,” Mother Nature said angrily. “He is incredibly oblivious to the damage that he causes to my world. He is indifferent to the natural wonders that I created and does nothing to protect it!”

Father Time, cloaked in somber wisdom, calmly responded, “But things can’t stay the same forever.” He continued, “Change is inevitable. The world is constantly evolving, and I am simply the keeper of time. I am the one who ensures that the seasons turn, trees grow, and the animals evolve, and then in time they must fade. Without me, the world would be a stagnant place.”

Mother Nature protested, “You don’t care about me at all. Your foreboding scythe that you carry symbolizes the very essence of death! You are apathetic and careless with the resources that I provide!” 

“I must make everything die at some point,” Father Time responded with melancholy. “Without death, the world would never change, and new life would never begin.” 

Anya listened thoughtfully to their argument, and she could see that they were both right. She understood that for there to be harmony in the world a balance must be struck. Mother Nature was right to want to protect the natural world, but Father Time was also right that change is inevitable.

“I think you both have a point,” Anya said. “Father Time, you should pause and appreciate the beauty of the natural world as it is now, and you should do everything you can to protect it. But Mother Nature, you must also understand that change is a natural part of life. It’s what makes the world interesting and dynamic, even if death is necessary outcome of that change.”

In that moment, they both saw the truth in her words. The very fabric of existence demanded harmony between them. They had never seen eye to eye before, but they could see that Anya was right. They both had a role to play in the in the tapestry of the world, and they needed to work together to create a balance between life, and death, and change.

From that day on, Mother Nature and Father Time were no longer at odds. They gained a newfound respect for one another and worked together to create a balanced world that was both beautiful and dynamic. The seasons changed, the forests flourished, and the animals evolved. Yet the beauty of the natural world was still protected and cherished.

Riding the cycle of life

in the last week we had some memorable events

seeing an eagle perched in the tree in our back yard

a super high tide bringing minor flooding

massive temperature swings with frosty mornings

spectacular sunrises over the bay

all of these are memorialized with photographs in my phone

smartphones often remind us of past events

by displaying an image from exactly one year ago

this week it happened four times

repetition in no way diminishes the impact 

the eagle appeared in the same tree exactly one year ago

all the others occurred this same week last year

the thrill of seeing an eagle is still intense

the beauty of a cold morning sunrise is a joy to behold

high tides remind us of the mighty power of the sea

cold snaps make us appreciate our inner warmth

as the earth makes it annual tour around the sun

the changing seasons generate cyclic events 

in some ways the predictability is comforting

as we pass by on our brief journey through time

keep riding the cycle of your life with eyes mind and heart wide open

Time marches on

the clocks go back

nights get cooler

days are not so warm

beautiful sunsets are the norm

time marches on

nights are longer

stars seem brighter

cool breezes at sunrise

the air is crisp and clear

time marches on

grass stops growing

leaves turn red and gold

morning frost will soon be here

winter creeps in

time marches on

endless summer days are over

no more flip flops

get your warm clothes ready

prepare for biting cold winds

time marches on

seasons roll through

summer will return next year

be patient

embrace the changes

time marches on

celebrate the seasons

do not chase after time

do not try to get ahead of it

ride with the march of time

time marches on

step into the rhythm of the march

enjoy the changes in real time

no looking backwards

time marches on

What is time?

What is time

A number on your wrist

Something that flies by

Wishing you had more of it

You can have it good

You can have it bad

But you can’t get it back

What is time

It just keeps going forward

But we talk of old times

Wanting to reverse it

What is time

Something you have for me

and I have for you

But others have none for me

What is time

The ultimate reason for a machine

Transcend to another era

Explore beyond the now

What is time

A table with starts and stops

The duration of an event

A measure of your life span

What is time

The moment when things happen

The order of events occurring

The recording of a death

What is time

It changes with speed

Astronauts live longer

Do slow people die young