I'm late, I'm late...or am I?

Today, I'm thinking about Time.


I can't believe that it's been almost a year since my sister had her 50th birthday party. I had taken pictures at the party with the intention of putting them all in a pretty album. That was nine months ago. So, I was feeling that my gift was a bit "late".

I am often "late" according to a calendar or clock..but I can't help but wonder if, in fact, I'm not late but right on time?

What if time isn't so linear? What if our lives were meant to be a series of moments...pre-determined in advance...that will happen no matter what...and time becomes irrelevant?

The Persistence of Memory by Salvador Dali

Salvador Dali approached time as irrelevant. And like his painting, I often feel that time morphs or melts...and that some moments in my life are outside of time. In dreams, this often happens...we're often outside of time in our dreams -- hopping backward and forward from one event to another with no real sequence other than the message that is trying to break through our subconscious.


I'm not sure that man's current construction of time has much relevance when all is said and done. At the end of the day, it's not likely that I will remember time as an important variable in my lifetime. The bottom line will be...Was I able to accomplish on this earth what I was meant to accomplish...or not? Did I connect with those I was supposed to connect with...or did I miss the boat? Did opportunities come knocking when I was too busy being on schedule that I missed the call?


I just finished re-reading Alice in Wonderland in order to prepare myself for the movie version which we just went to see last weekend. It's fantastic on so many levels (absolutely awesome!! a "Must See"!!). There was so much to absorb and take in that I must go see it again, write about it again...and work out my feelings with my needle.

I am fascinated by Lewis Carroll's concept of time in the Alice stories. The fact that the clocks are broken...and the white rabbit is late...and the March hare is stuck perpetually having tea because his watch is stuck at 6 o'clock.


The hare has become a slave to time and he looks a bit like I do after a calendar week filled with a full schedule of deadlines and activities. Are we never freer than when we have nothing on the schedule??

So then, why have we created the schedule? And is it accomplishing what we want it to do?

Both Salvadore Dali and Lewis Carroll dealt in surrealism -- that which exists beyond reality. And, sometimes depicting that which is not real, sheds truth on reality in a way that realism cannot. So perhaps time has enslaved us all...and we are only late because the clock says that we are.

I believe that we might just be showing up at the right moments, accomplishing what we were meant to accomplish at the time we were meant to accomplish it. And who's to say that showing up late in this time dimension, isn't exactly the right time in another time dimension?


Ahh well, my friends, I was philosophical yet again while I contemplate how late I am with my sister's album. I'll be spending lots of time with the themes from Alice in Wonderland in the coming weeks...

And I have to tell you that I bought the little silk flowers that I used on the album cover from Flights of Fancy boutique. They are a great value for the quality you receive -- 3 all-silk blossoms for $1.50.

I hope you have a great day, no matter how you choose to spend your time.

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Alice sighed wearily. `I think you might do something better with the time,' she said, `than waste it in asking riddles that have no answers.'

`If you knew Time as well as I do,' said the Hatter, `you wouldn't talk about wasting it. It's him.'

`I don't know what you mean,' said Alice.

`Of course you don't!' the Hatter said, tossing his head contemptuously. `I dare say you never even spoke to Time!'