During my conversations with my grandmother, I wonder how time must feel to her. The changes she has gone through by the age of 85 are no comparison to the changes I have encountered at the ripe age of 26. I get the feeling that time has drifted away and living in the moment is all that's left for her.
While playing with my daughter, age one, almost two, I see the same thing. No real worry about time, she is only in the moment. We view that as innocence, inexperience and childlike. When I am with her, I can physically and emotionally feel her presence. She has no where else to be but right there with me, playing with her blocks and squealing with joy.
Time has become much more than a tool to those of working and parenting age. It has somehow stripped people of their ability to connect with others. The watch one wears is a constant reminder of something that is not happening now. The time clock at work is given even more value because it is sized up in dollar amounts. There is comfort in knowing that each minute will count for something. So where does this need come from? How have people become so wrapped up in five minutes from now?
What happens though when something happens outside of time? Is that possible? A death, a birth, a major event in nature. These things happen whether or not the clock is running. They happen whether or not we can predict when they will happen.
While speaking with a mother-to-be in my prenatal yoga class, she made the comment that she likes everything to be right on time. She worries that the baby will come while she is at work and won't have enough time to drive to the hospital. The woman next to her who is having a second child just laughs. She has had the experience that there is nothing "on time" about becoming a mother. There is nothing "on time" about raising children. When you think about it, not many things are "on time".
Have you ever been around right after a natural disaster? Were you in New York when the two towers fell? Did you experience the Loma Prieta earthquake? I would imagine that time just disipates. It stops all distracting activity and causes the entire community to focus. Focus on the disaster. Sorrow and pain follow. Fear arises and we look at the calendar and say, by this day we will fix this.
Time is only a tool. A distraction. A saftey zone for escaping the now. Maybe it's time to put down the tools and bask in the now.

