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April 17,2007
Have you ever looked at gravel? I mean, really looked? Have you ever wondered how gravel feels, being walked on all the time? No! I'm not crazy! Really I'm not! But if you think about it, rocks go from being big to small, like we go from small to big, so is it a similar feeling of honour to be small with rocks, or is it a fall from grace/ size? Are rocks eager to become small, or does it vary from rock to rock?
Friday, April 13, 2007
Rush. Hurry. Come on! We're going to be late. The lights green you $*^%*! Move!
How many times do we hear that, or something similar? How often do we say the same things ourselves? How many times do you look at the clock during class or a boring conversation?
We humans of the the 'developed' world are very, very dependant on time. We are obsessed with it. What time is it, when do I have to be there, I'm running late. Rush rush rush. That's how I feel anyway. On the last day of school before Easter holidays, I forgot my watch and felt sick- what was I going to do? Few of the class rooms had working clocks, how was I supposed to know what time it was- panic, panic. Now, maybe that's just me- few of the other kids in my grade seem so worried as the day passes, but I'm constantly worried about what time it is- it was time to take a step back.
Time keeps us in pace with other people. It's something we have in common, and it's a way to manage and organize our lives in a standard way so that we can work together and get things done. So we can meet deadlines. Unfortunately, all to often, it seems like time is controling us. That's true in some ways, because it will pass no matter what you do, but that doesn't mean it has to be a bad thing, nor that we have to fight it. Its just that sometimes we have to take a break. Step back from the sliding hands, leering face and soft hiss that says "hurry...hurry" . Sometimes, you need to step back. Recently, to do just that, I've started taking walks in the woods, along a trail between my community and the next. It's about a forty minute walk, there and back. Thus, I know when I get there that I've been out for twenty minutes. But I try not to think that. On my walks in the woods, I have only two rules:
1: no clocks. If you bring a watch, you can't look at it (it can be horribly tempting)
2: no talking. You can signal eachother, but you have to listen and look around you. Forget the rest of the world for the forty minutes that you're gone.
That's right. A whole FORTY minutes. But that's time well spent, because I get back feeling much better about things. So sometimes, when you're feeling frustrated, take a walk, do something and forget the time- it doesn't stop, but it doesn't have to drag you by the nails either.
Sneko
April 9th, 2007.
Hi! Snekochan here. Welcome to my journal! Here, I'll chat about...uh...stuff? I have no idea, but I thought it might be fun, so here I am!
Well, its Easter Monday, not that my family is Christian, but I'm on Easter holidays. One thing I have noticed though is that spring is on the prowl! The glaciers in my yard are retreating, the trees are setting out their buds, the v in the island isn't back yet, so the sun hasn't changed angle that much, but the gulls are back! (Sea gulls. They vanish during winter.) Yet, despite this signs of spring, we aren't there yet. I took my dog, Abby to the beach this morning, and there was ice on all the puddles.
Ice on puddles is very interesting. It forms all kinds of patterns that are so tempting to kids (like me) to shatter. I felt bad about destroying something so pretty, and as much as I wanted to crack the ice, I couldn't. It was so pretty! But how many things in life are like that? Beautiful things that we destroy without thought, simply to hear a crack? Sometimes you have to break the ice, there's no other way around it... but other times, it's not nesessary- so instead of cracking it, maybe we should sit back and take a good look. You might see something else, something...beautiful. Ice comes and goes, like frost on a window. If you crack it, the next time it's cold enough, it will return. If you leave it alone, it will melt to return again. No matter what you do, the ice will come and go. Nothing lasts forever afterall.
But why crack the silence before its time?
~Snekochan
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