My long painful wait… Now I was only time flowing through myself.


Notes:

  • Photo: DK @ Daybreak. 4:58 am. Cove Island Park, Stamford, CT.
  • Post title from: Annie Ernaux, “Simple Passion.” Tanya Leslie (Translator). (Seven Stories Press; January 4, 2011)

13 thoughts on “My long painful wait… Now I was only time flowing through myself.”

  1. Austin Kleon, in an article (https://austinkleon.com/2021/04/26/im-not-languishing-im-dormant/) on April 26, writes about how being married to a gardener gives him rich metaphors for understanding time which goes by another clock- Mother Nature. As he says, “Gardeners not only develop a different sense of time, they develop the ancient wisdom of knowing when to do things:

    To every thing there is a season,
    and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
    A time to be born, and a time to die;
    a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
    A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up…

    …if you try to wake a plant out of dormancy too soon, it will wither, and maybe die.”

      1. I appreciate what Daniel contributed about gardens and mother nature and of course the passages of Ecclesiastes 3: 1-3

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