Thursday, September 21, 2006

Ticking Time

"I held my breath as we do sometimes to stop time" Mary Oliver
today I felt my age creeping up behind me and it tried to scare me
with youth
today my father saw his age standing beside him
patiently waiting
while he checked himself into the hospital for
something routine
I see him aging and see him look around
and wonder
when did time speed forward so quickly for
this skin
when did my mind decide to be stubborn
not following
So, I cried today for him just like
a baby
and I turned around and saw my age
this child
I wanted to stop time, no
reverse it

14 Comments:

Blogger bb said...

Oh those moments when we realise stillness is a lie, that the clocks move and the earth turns even if all appears still for years.

I know how huge this is for you. It's so fantastic that you're writing about it.

love to you, Darlene
x x x x x

11:26 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Time moves so quickly.

Come out of the circle of time
And into the circle of love.Rumi


You are such an inspiration to continually speak of your souls work and growth.

Thanks for sharing your story.
I know this is such major soul work for you.
Bx

12:50 AM  
Blogger Susannah said...

so beautifully expressed, lovely you.. i've been thinking of you a lot these last days - and an email will be in your hands soon.... i hold your heart in mine xxx

6:14 AM  
Blogger red sun said...

Thank you so much for sharing this. Time is a tricky thing.

7:30 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

simply beautiful. you are so talented moma...you always get me to cry at work! :) love you!

8:45 AM  
Blogger b/sistersshoes said...

bb ~ you are one of my biggest inspirations.

bek ~ circles are definitly what is happening here. First you're a child, then the older you get...the more childlike you feel, then to top that all off, you prepare yourself for taking care of your parents (who sometimes act like children) sheesh!

Susannah ~ you, my love, are amazing and I can FEEL your strength.

erina ~ getting to know you has been my treat.

Sissy ~ moma loves her baby girl...but, no crying at work honey ;-)

10:57 AM  
Blogger la vie en rose said...

i've been having more and more of those moments lately...

12:09 PM  
Blogger Goddess of Leonie said...

i hear ya...
sista.

3:35 PM  
Anonymous Teresa said...

Hey Darlene,
Very beautiful writings! I tell you , you really need to be published girl!!

Thanks for all your loving and kind comments. You keep me going!!

Sending love and hugs and kisses your way!

Teresa

4:55 PM  
Blogger Colorsonmymind said...

Oh this is beautiful and something I am trying to see-sometimes I allow worry or details to disillusion me.

Thanks for this

Hugs

6:33 PM  
Blogger Turquoise CRO said...

LOL time is creeping up and trying to scare me! That is a good one D! Phew! You know how to make a gal smile but crying like a baby for your dad, i think we are in the same boat sometimes girly! Blowing you a kiss over the miles! Did YOU feel it?!!!XO

8:34 PM  
Blogger Bohemian Girl said...

beautifully written.

marinate in every moment because time slips so quickly...

xoxoxo,
lil sis

10:47 PM  
Blogger Alexandra G said...

Seeing my parents age is certainly one of the harder things to accept in life, I think more so even then myself aging. When I saw how much my mom's hands had wrinkled a couple of years or so ago, I almost gasped because it just took me so by surprise as I continue in my mind to hope against hope they will always be here. Seventy to ninety years already seems like so little time really to be here on this earth in one little shell and with all we humans have invented thus far, you'd think someone would have found a way to stretch out our days a little longer. At least we are all in it together!

2:34 PM  
Blogger Shaz said...

Hi Dar thankyou so much I have a huge respect for you a stranger!!!
But i hope to get to know you better you have a sweet sense of your self and i love that. Your right, we do have a lot in common and i find this whole new world amazing. Again thankyou for taking the time To comment Time is a precious commodity and i love that you have shared that with me.
Shaz

1:56 AM  

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