I’ve been thinking about what next to share. I hold my breath to wait for the “right” time to share, but then things change so quickly. I don’t want to share before it’s final, before I know more… But I might not know more, or everything might be totally different tomorrow.


Artist Sheri Locher, framed clocks (via Pinterest)

Life doesn’t have a hard and fast deadline on anything. As a culture, we are a bit obsessed with deadlines. We have due dates for everything: business proposals, homework assignments, client meetings and employee reviews. We slap due dates on everything from the weather to the birthing of babies. We are so dependent on deadlines that we impose them on people at all costs. If a woman hasn’t shown ample signs of labor by her due date, the doctor will be quick to cut her open and pull that child out.

We are imposed upon from birth that Time is paramount—if we do not meet our deadline, knives and copious amounts of drugs will be imminent.

Let’s think about this. How we insist on a controlled environment; not only deadlines and due dates, but also controlling the temperature, the micro-organisms living in our environment, and nearly everything else between. We take pride and comfort in sterility. I don’t mean cleanliness—but sterility, as in killing all the organisms on that kitchen counter. This controlling attitude is harmful to us. Already we are seeing scary resistances to relied-upon antibiotics due to the over-prescribed nature of these sometimes-helpful methods of modern medicine.

I enjoy a nicely vacuumed carpet, a freshly mopped floor (and when I do, I prefer a human-friendly concoction), or a tidied room nearly dust-free. I also see the importance of arriving on time. All these things make for a happy home, and a respect for time is a respect for the time of others. But I think, on the whole, we should embrace the rhythms of a clock that is not manmade.

However inconvenient, Autumn will not return all at once on the autumnal equinox. However inconvenient, most babies did not get the memo about their due date (and have no idea about the sterile deadline-obsessed world they are about to enter). And what a sad, boring world that would be if everyone complied.

Enjoy the small changes and gradual turn of seasons. Take notice of the little signs and gifts from nature. And in life, it is important to remember we are made of the same stuff; we cannot apparate or disapparate in perfect time, (un)fortunately—and what a wizardly bore that would be, anyway. Take time to see the magic in getting there slowly, to watch how deadlines shift and shape. I’m learning to roll with the punches and understand there is never a perfect time to share–watch the embedded video and see what Lachri Fine Art does as an exploration of how the world turns–it’s pretty inspiring.

What is today, won’t be tomorrow.

Happy Summer’s End!