Paradise Perspective

Man!  It was hot as crap and we were celebrating my 60th birthday.  Then I blinked and the trees are bare, we have turned back the clocks and Thanksgiving weekend plans are bearing down!

I don’t care what anyone says, the time is moving faster now.  I used to be able to get way more done in less time and it’s not because I’m older.  For how long I’ve been doing these things, it makes more sense that I’d be able to accomplish MORE in LESS time!

What is time, anyway?  We measure our time passing by the revolutions of our planet, and it’s traverse around the sun.  If the standard by which we measure time changes, would we be able to ascertain this?  I AM able, since it directly affects my productivity!

Understand that I’m just making a point here and I’m not as upset about it as it would seem from the discourse.  But once in a while, I get tickled about the scientists and astronomers measuring the evolution of our galaxy in terms of how we measure time.  For instance, how can the age of our sun be calculated when the planet istelf has only been revolving around it for 4 million years (or whatever)?  Before the establishment of our current galactic position, there was no way to measure time as we know it.  It stands to reason, then, that as the process continues (our galactic evolution),  the current measure of time would also evolve and change.

In our complacence and arrogance as a species, we can’t accept that a quantum acceleration in galactic activity is possible for us to experience or even determine.  We are pretty addicted to how things are and so we cling to our collective denial.

I have a couple of hats to make before next week, and I’ll be munching on mint m&ms while I knit them.

A Post Script:  Last night we saw an amazing performance of Naturally 7, and so I found this video to share:

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I looked ignoble up in the dictionary, and several definitions ranged from “base, NOT noble” to “obscure or unknown”. Ignobility, then, would be the condition of being rude, or that of just being, sort of, allusive(?).

I have exactly five projects in the works right now: a (creamy) bamboo shirt that just needs sleeve cuffs, a (hot pink) silk halter that needs bound off and ties, a (dark khaki) alpaca short-sleeved jacket that only needs sleeves, a (warm brown) wool cardigan with a tangled cable yoke, the body is half done, and a (mocha latte) alpaca lacy mobius w/ matching fingerless gloves in the spinning stage. I also died a pound of white finnsheep fleece dark rose red, but it hasn’t told me what it wants to be yet. The hot pink silk is the only fiber (of these) that I didn’t spin, and I actually have three wheels going with different fibers (and textures, too, actually).

I’m posting this ramble today, because it has been days since any of the bloggers I read have posted, so maybe I can get the ball rolling, here. Just when I need to read you guys because I can’t think of anything to post, you all go dry!!

I’m reading a book by James Allen, written 107 years ago called “As a Man Thinketh”. Oldest yet possibly the most profound work in my possession. The technology of our thought process and it’s effect on our reality is old news. That we generally do not subscribe to any responsibility for our reality is also not new. If we could get that changing this process is simple yet liberating, and not nearly as burdensome as one might imagine, all we need is an openness to the idea, and a sincere desire for positive change.

An interesting thing for me, is that being patient-my biggest perceived obstacle-is just a matter of being relaxed no matter what. Relaxing does not require any effort whatsoever. It is the opposite of effort!  Who would’ve thought that the most important and productive thing I could ever do in any situation is to NOT exert any effort. The integration of this one ideal has completely disrupted my normal flow. There are lots of times when normally I could run on and on about whatever, and I’m not talking. Extended silence on the phone is where I notice it the most. Being patient with myself undermines my desire to be constantly assertive.

This is kind of different.