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19 August 2018

MY SPECIAL TIME

I truly had this special time and wrote this around 2009 




Without fail, the moment occurs. It’s been going on for years, same time, every day. Seven thirty, precisely!  I’m talking about the silence, that wonderful unbroken calm, so hushed I hold my breath for fear of creating a disturbance. Even the birds are respectful; twittering and wing flapping seemingly not allowed. Everything stops. There is no movement anywhere, even the breeze is at rest. The world outside my window is motionless. Even time seems to stand still, except that the clock proves otherwise. It doesn’t last long, maybe four or five minutes, but long enough for me to take stock and thank the Lord for giving me those few precious moments.

Specially for me? A colleague didn’t think so. When I mentioned it she thought I was quite mad… not in so many words … I could see by her pitying expression she thought I was in need of psychiatric help. Am I mad? In those few minutes, am I bordering on insanity? I think not. I believe I have been given that special time to ponder and prepare and count my blessings without the hindrance of everyday life. And I am deeply grateful!

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which time is YOUR special time?

12 comments:

  1. You need that time... You get that time... Why wonder why? And especially, why worry if anyone else understands?

    Actually, I don't have such a time. I guess I have to make mine. If I remember to. A time, to revel in no noise. To just be happy for my blessings. To remember not to grumble. To be at peace.

    If.... I remember.... To make such time.

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    1. Oooh I must have worded it wrongly. I certainly do not worry, but querying things doesn't hurt us. If I had to remember to count my blessing I would be a poor soul indeed. I wrote this in awe, in awe of the pleasant daily experience of peaceful solitude.

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  2. Valerie, I know exactly what you mean about that time of the day being special because over the past four years, I've gotten to really appreciate early morning (even as early as 5:30-6:00 AM) when it's completely quiet. Sometimes I'll even get out of bed and sit on the floor and do some meditation before I actually start my day.

    But I also have to say that I love nighttime as well, when the city slows down and gets a bit quieter. I enjoy being awake while most people are already in bed asleep. I always get very creative night; writing blog posts, editing my photographs, and even teaching myself stuff online by doing research.

    No, I don't think you're mad at all.

    "Am I mad? In those few minutes, am I bordering on insanity? I think not. I believe I have been given that special time to ponder and prepare and count my blessings without the hindrance of everyday life. And I am deeply grateful!"

    Amen, my friend!
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    1. Dear Ron. We are so alike in our thinking. It is strange how creativity awaits the night time to show itself. We should all be grateful for such blessings and the freedom in which to count them.

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  3. Watching the first rays of sun come over the hill, in the morning, after I let Jill out.

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    1. That must be lovely, Sharon. I guess it is peaceful as well. Lucky you - I don't see the sun until later in the day.

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  4. Every morningIn my polytunnel making cuttings, potting up plants, watering and listening to the birds talking and singing to each other.

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  5. The true sound of countryside. How lovely, Dave.

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  6. One thing to try would be the framed magnifiers that quilters use. Instead of sliding your quilting under it slide your book. start here: http://www.telesightmagnifiers.com/id117.html.

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  7. I don't have a same time every day type of experience, but right now, it's a summer morning and as I type this I'm listening to the cicadas outside. That sound reminds me of childhood, and summer, and it's a good peaceful feeling. So I just enjoy those moments and memories as they come.
    Sometimes mid to late afternoon is nice when I make some fresh coffee and then wait on Ron to get home. This year will be a little different though as I'll be working different hours so will leave later, then he'll get home and wait on me to get back.

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