[This picture is my version of a Green Man - based on the image of Sulis (possibly) from the Roman Baths at Bath. None of which has anything to do with the blog that follows, I just like the picture]
Does anybody else ever suspect that Time plays tricks on us? Why is it that when I’m happily engrossed in something the time just whizzes past, but when I’m stuck doing ironing or …. Or what? I was going to say ‘some other chore I hate’ but actually now I come to think of it there isn’t much I don’t enjoy.
Learning to enjoy whatever comes your way is a skill and you have to work at it. When I was young there were loads of things I disliked doing, and whenever I was stuck doing them the time would just drag its feet. Time seems to know, doesn’t it? Because when you’re happy and busy you can get through an hour in about ten minutes flat.
It’s nothing new, this game that Time is playing with us. You hear it everyday in conversation. For example, ‘It’s been a long day.’ No, it hasn’t. It’s been exactly the same as every other day in the Universe. Twentyfour hours, no give or take. But somehow it feels different.
Here’s another example, ‘Where does the time go?’ Down the plughole probably, like so many other things. But does it? Or is it stored away somewhere, waiting for a chance to jump out and WHAM! Suddenly it’s payback time and there’s another three hours added to the working day.
It’s not just hours or minutes, either. The other day was my wedding anniversary. I won’t tell you how many years it is now - but it’s a lot. Yet it still feels like yesterday that we got married. Why? Why should years ago feel closer than my last trip to the dentists? (which, thankfully, I have only the haziest memory of.)
It’s quite possible to slip back in time, I’m convinced of that. I can’t explain how it happens in any way that would convince say, a physicist, but maybe one day I shall. Or maybe physics will be able to explain it to me. That’d be a turn up for the books.
It’s got something to do with the natural gateways that are all around us, they seem to make it easier to slip in and out of worlds, so they probably have some effect on time as well. We have a couple of these gateways where I live. One is outside near the kitchen window, and there is another at the foot of the stairs in the hallway. All sorts of strange things happen there, people (and animals) coming and going. It really spooks our house rabbit sometimes!
Last night after it raining all day we had a lot of psychic activity in the house. It woke the dogs up and they, the little dears, then woke me. Several times. A lot of coming and going, footsteps, murmurings, it can be a bit weird until you get used to it....Seeking the Green by Tylluan Penry, published soon by Capall Bann. For more info - watch this space!
