Tempus Fugit...

Time really does fly, and cold weather is quickly approaching. I am in the middle of a whirlwind of activity, trying to harvest, clean, build and create all at the same time.

  The garden was bountiful, and the flowers stunning, and it is all breezing past as if I were standing still. I snapped this photo of one of the last roses in my garden Saturday morning...

 It is just coming into it's own, not quite open. By yesterday afternoon, it was in full bloom and already starting to look a little sad. Why is it the seasons seem so much shorter as I get older...

My theory is that it is all in the percentages. When you are a child, say 4 years old, a year is a fourth of your life experience. That is a huge fraction, right? Well as you get older, one year represents a smaller and smaller fraction of your life, say at age 50, one year is only a fiftieth of your entire life experiences. A much smaller fraction, get it? Well, that's my take on it, have a better one?

All this to say, time is fleeting and we don't have a way to slow it down, it just keeps speeding up. If you are waiting to finally do something you have always wanted to do, reconnect with a friend or family member, start a creative business or climb a particular mountain, now is the time. Don't wait to do the things that matter, stop trying to fit them in when you get the chance. You will find there are always other priorities, life has a way of creating them even when we don't pay attention. But do try to honor your heart, pursue your passions and sing your song!

Now is the time; this is the moment...

This weeks theme for Every Inchie Monday is "wall" and here is mine.

Until next time...enjoy!