This post is inspired by Sue Llewellyn’s Word A Week Challenge on A Word in Your Ear at http://suellewellyn2011.wordpress.com/2014/01/15/a-word-a-week-photograph-challenge-waiting/. We are asked to respond to the word, WAITING. Once in a while lately I feel like Alice following the white rabbit down the hole, so my poem emerged from these ideas of waiting and being a good steward of TIME.
“My dear, here we must run as fast as we can, just to stay in place. And if you wish to go anywhere you must run twice as fast as that.”
Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland
Time trips over its hands,
Running, running, late, late,
For a very important date,
Its slaves shackled to tick tock,
Tumbling, tumbling, into the
Hole they’ve loosened with the
Pick axe of avoidance, and
Shoveled out with the spade of fear.
Waiting
For shackles to fall,
And slaves to see the
Light of Day.
Waiting to become
Time itself,
Stretching minutes into long, leisurely
Hours- hours easing into
Eternity,
Waiting,
For shackles to fall,
And slaves to see the
Light of Day.
Waiting to become
Time itself,
Stretching minutes into long, leisurely
Hours- hours easing into
Eternity,
Waiting,
Spirituality Without Borders: Reflections on Spiritual Practice 
It’s funny you should post this because I’ve been thinking about time, how we tie ourselves into knots over what we should do, when we should do it, living linearly and so on. Since I got a pinched sciatic nerve, I don’t sleep well and I’m often up in the night. But I’ve decided to go with the flow, don’t get uptight any more, get stuff done while I’m awake, then I’m happy to either go back to bed and sleep in or go back to bed later in the day. Either way, I usually sleep like a log then and I figure it’s good for healing work.
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You’ve described my situation as well. I’m getting better at it but still hang onto the hands of the clock for dear life sometimes!
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