I was just in the process of running a bath when this phrase came into my thoughts. A confluence of joy. Instantly, I loved the way the words flowed together and how aptly they convey what I have been feeling of late. A confluence of joy.
So just to be sure I was actually thinking what I thought I was - I decided to look it up.
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con·flu·ence /ˈkɒnfluəns/ Pronunciation Key - Show Spelled Pronunciation[kon-floo-uhns] Pronunciation Key - Show IPA Pronunciation
–noun
1. a flowing together of two or more streams, rivers, or the like: the confluence of the Missouri and Mississippi rivers.
2. their place of junction: St. Louis is at the confluence of the Missouri and Mississippi rivers.
3. a body of water formed by the flowing together of two or more streams, rivers, or the like.
4. a coming together of people or things; concourse.
5. a crowd or throng; assemblage.
Dictionary.com Based on the Random House Unabridged Dictionary, © Random House, Inc. 2006.
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Such beautiful phrasing - a confluence of joy!
I've been doing more reading and reflecting on making space, capaciousnous as my friend George refers to it. And the two seem to go beautifully in hand, make space so that life might flow. Make space so that joy might have room to breathe within us.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Saturday, February 09, 2008
Time, don't run out on me
I was thinking...
perhaps time is the biggest illusion of all. We sure give it a lot of importance but have practically no understanding of what time actually is or even means. Although it is a yardstick of our lives - it is in essence a poor one, having nothing to do with quality - only quantity of minutes and days. Even though each second that passes is still only a second, a measured space, the speed at which we expend our lives is relative and yet it is not. I find even the painful parts pass far too quickly.
I recently lost my watch. A somewhat expensive and status(y) kind of watch. I hope whomever has found this lovely gem has wrists as tiny as mine. I sincerely want them to enjoy the time that it is theirs as they metre out the days of their lives.
I am currently learning to live with out constantly consulting my left forearm so that I might know what to do next and in what sequence. This could be liberating.
perhaps time is the biggest illusion of all. We sure give it a lot of importance but have practically no understanding of what time actually is or even means. Although it is a yardstick of our lives - it is in essence a poor one, having nothing to do with quality - only quantity of minutes and days. Even though each second that passes is still only a second, a measured space, the speed at which we expend our lives is relative and yet it is not. I find even the painful parts pass far too quickly.
I recently lost my watch. A somewhat expensive and status(y) kind of watch. I hope whomever has found this lovely gem has wrists as tiny as mine. I sincerely want them to enjoy the time that it is theirs as they metre out the days of their lives.
I am currently learning to live with out constantly consulting my left forearm so that I might know what to do next and in what sequence. This could be liberating.
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