Taking a moment from the script of “The girl in the Fireplace” and episode of Dr Who when the character of Madame De Pompadour speaks about living life is taking the long way unlike the time traveler hero who can short cut to the fun and interesting bits. I like the long way it allows me to connect to myself and the stories of things around me. In this way I like morning because there are so many stories just ending and beginning as the the sun quietly moves into a new day.
Last night I watched one of my favorite stories Jane Eyre and I was transformed by the slow tale of brilliant passion, uncommon consciousness, of brittle and delicate lives. The slow long drawn out saga would not have the same impact shorten to 140 characters of a twitter post.
This past few weeks I have been nursing a nearly dead shamrock plant that I had to cut back to only a few leaves. It was my hope that if I cut out all of the blight that it could grow back strong and healthy but I would have to wait to see if anything would grow back. The shamrock began pushing up new leaves within a few days and kept up fast pace of recovery that was shocking. This “fast” recovery was still slow but it felt good and right to wait and care for the plant so for the opportunity to watch it grow back to health.
Healing, learning, knowing, take a long time and yet it can feel like in the blink of an eye when we become engrossed in the process. I think that when we get closer to learning, receiving wisdom, and healing time seems to have a different quality.
I think we get closer to touching eternity a moment of enlightenment when time could be described as standing still.
Of course this is just a strange thought that I wanted to share about taking the long way and how all of life is taking the long way.