“Ordinary
Time”
“A
Thursday—no—a Friday someone said.
What
year was it?
Just
after the previous age ended, it began.
And
although the scientists still studied the heavens
and
the stars blazed—if the evening wasn't cloudy—
what
happened did not occur in public view.
Some
said it simply didn't happen, although others insisted they knew
all
about it
and
made many intricate plans.”
Mary
Howe (In the Kingdom of Ordinary Time)
How
many of your days are spent in Ordinary Time? Days when you rise in
the morning, go about the necessary activities of the day, have
dinner, read the paper and go to bed. Nothing eventful happens. It's
just a regular day; no pegs along the way to hang a memory on, no
happenstance encounters to recall. Later, when someone asks, “What
did you do yesterday?” you'll say, “Oh, nothing much.” In
fact, you won't even remember what you did yesterday because it was
just...well...ordinary.
I
used to think this was a problem. A day forgotten was a lost day, an
empty waste of precious time, or perhaps a brain freeze. Did I have a
black out! Why don't I remember that day? But now, I deeply
appreciate ordinary time. I am delighted when I wake up in the
morning, look at my calendar and see a perfectly blank page. It means
that I can do anything I want, for as long as I want, with no
interruptions. I can fly under the radar for a whole day.
I
think the notion that there is something wrong with ordinary time is
part of our cultural craziness. If we have a day without a plan, no
meetings, no deadlines, no social commitments, we feel suddenly
vacant. Maybe no one wants to see us, maybe we're so unimportant no
one will even realize we're not there. I must be losing my edge, my
popularity has diminished, and I must move heaven and earth to get it
back. A packed calendar equals an important person, a mover and a
shaker.
Empty
pages in the calendar are a boon to sanity and creativity. Cherish
the days when you do “nothing much” except be with yourself.
Ordinary time is an extraordinary gift.
In
the spirit,
Jane
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