At Monday yoga we were all talking about adjusting to the “time change,” when Moosh (a philosophy professor) said that if we were traveling at the speed of light there would be no time—a yogi after my own heart.
It got me thinking about how I honored Einstein on his birthday, not knowing that it would turn out to also be the day of the “time change.” Those trickster coincidences always make me smile.
Andy and I walked at dusk that day, a beautiful day, and we talked about how time goes so fast. It’s hard to get up to the speed of light in order to slow the whole time thing down, but at dusk, when things hover between light and dark, time always seems just a little eternal to me. Maybe that’s why filmmakers call dusk “magic hour.”
Yet as we humans decide to change the clocks, do we really change the time? We might save energy as it is spent in kilowatt hours, but it take a while before my body doesn’t feel that my 5:50am alarm clock isn’t really going off at 4:50am… Why don’t we call it “arbitrary change of clock time,” and instead insist that the time has actually changed? As we approach the vernal equinox on the 20th, it’s good to really think about time and how we spend, lose, squander, save, make and change it.
Q: How many time changes does it take to change a light bulb? A: I have no idea, and I’m too tired because of the time change to figure it out.
So, let’s dedicate today to admitting that the sun rises at dawn and sets at dusk and that nothing we say or do about that changes it. Perhaps then we are more free to love our kids, our lives and each other in the time we have… arching toward days when we will rise when we are rested and go to bed when we are tired (or otherwise motivated to return to bed)—perhaps this can even be today as we strive for lives well-lived—in the service of all our collective children.
Namaste, Bruce
