Failing to Fall Backward

Since being diagnosed with Multiple Myeloma, I have given a lot of thought to the value of time.  I have never wanted to, or been able to sleep in like I have now.  To lay there in the comfort of down-lined nest.  Waking slowly to an internal alarm clock. Hearing the kids downstairs fully engaged in events that are deemed privileges on the weekend or not an option during the week.

This is true for most of us as well.  In fact even on Saturdays we are forced to rise and prepare for a swim meet or lacrosse match.  But all this week the thought of one extra hour of sleep has been a promise, an annual event who’s counter part, the loss of one hour in the spring, seems to have been forgotten.

 

The "Bob" clock from Brookstone

One hour might not seem like a lot, but it is… I am aware of that now.  It’s 1 hour more of being tucked between the sheets completely guilt free with the one you love by your side, hearing their breathing and feeling their warmth.  An hour to a women in labor is a lift time.  An hour to someone sea-sick seems to never pass.  An hour to child waiting to open Christmas gifts can’t be justified in their minds.

Lots has been said about the passage of time and lots will continue to be said… but one of my favorite ‘summary’ quotes is found in a James Taylor song: ‘the secret of life is enjoying the passage of time’.

So the morning comes, an extra hour… and I am unable to sleep.  So I rise, I brew up a cup of  Celestial Seasonings Lemon Zinger, add a squirt of Brownstone Honey, watch the sun slide up past the tree line to the east, and write a blog post.  I should go for a run, but now that the pets are fed, I hope to return to bed.

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