The Weight of Time

In this moment.

– NOW –

I am o.k.

Time bubble

My mind races to a time that is not of this moment. A somewhere in the future time. Very soon, or distant. My shoulders ache. My arms are heavy. My legs stiff. My thoughts, too unbearable to think. I try to hide. I will not face it. I will not give it permission. But it is so hard, to be in the peace of now, when time is neither here nor there, and yet, it’s weight is everywhere.

About maskednative

I live in Ireland, in an extended cottage overlooking Waterford Estuary, privvy to constant changes of light on water, colour and movement, tides and people. I am anglo-Irish and although my initial intention was to live here for a year and a day, I am still here, a blow-in to these shores for the past fifteen years. There have been countless times when I wanted to run back to England with homesickness and relief, but for one reason or another, so far, it has not been possible. I surrender, the soul of Ireland has captured me, allowed a glimpse of the world behind the mask of everyday experiences, bringing forth a mixture of words and pictures from an ordinary everyday life, filled with ordinary everydayness that I offer as a celebration, to the creator of this truly wonderful planet.
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5 Responses to The Weight of Time

  1. j.h. white says:

    acrobats dancing on a wire
    sparrows waiting in the dense bush
    downpour

    winding down
    inside the mountain

    holding hands

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  2. belsbror says:

    I’ve nominated you for the “Shine On” award. Please get the badge at http://wp.me/p32YrK-le and get more info. Have a nice day.

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