Our light shall change.
Tomorrow night we switch from Daylight Savings Time back to Central Standard Time. The darkness shall come earlier, isn't that how it works? Farmers don't really understand the need for Daylight Savings Time. They work the sun no matter what time the clock says. Sometimes - as when they're doing night plowing in fall - sometimes they work the moon, too. Daylight Savings Time is for those of us who work indoors, in office and factory, and want to have time after work is done to picnic, to play. In season, farmers don't worry much about picnic and play, they worry their hay to the barn, the soy beans to market. Most of us, though, most of us are far from that kind of world, that kind of need.
It is another warm, lovely October morning, soft clouds in a soft sky, a rosy kiss of light on them, a peacefulness. On a day like today, you must be surprised about war and assassinations and the terrible things man does to his fellow man. Let today be the myrrh of kindness, the warm oil of forgiveness. In this full softness of a season which can be harsh one should not have to think of death. Yes, I know there's a storm not far off, nor is death. Give us this moment.
My notes here are a pointillist painting. Each sentence is a dot of paint. The painting is not complete. We are too close to it to understand it entirely.
Tom, this is lovely! I've had the same thoughts about Daylight Savings and how the rhythms of life have become dominated by city life, yet we are so dependant on farming and don't see it!
"myrrh of kindness, the warm oil of forgiveness..." and the last paragraph with your notes "a pointillist painting", sentence "a dot of paint" - wow!
Posted by: Marja-Leena | October 31, 2005 at 09:47 AM