But time is a holy mystery, an extravagant gift meant to be experienced, not understood.  Certainly not controlled.” –Sarah Ban Breathnach, Simple Abundance

I don’t know about you, but something in me stirred when I read Ban Breathnach’s words.  Something really, really stirred. I was sitting in my car on a rainy afternoon waiting to take Chanelle home from school when I read them for the first time.  In near silence with only the light tapping of raindrops on my window, I was nearly brought to tears at the truth of her powerful words.

Time. . . a holy mystery.  Wow.

The passage I was reading compared and contrasted Chronos and Kairos time.  While I won’t go into the details of all that she wrote, I will say that every word seemed to be screaming at me.  Vying for my attention.  Demanding that I not go past them too quickly.  Later that day I read the passage again and have continued to revisit it several times since that afternoon. 

Time. . . sometimes it feels so elusive.  So difficult to grab hold of.  It’s not that I necessarily want to slow down time, I just long to be more in it.  She describes Chronos as clocks, deadlines, watches, calenders. . . time at her worst.  Kairos, however, is described as transcendence, infinity, joy, passion, love, Sacred. . . Spirit’s time.

Lately, I have erred on the side of Chronos.  My days have been dictated by my watch, my calender, and the little ticker on the side of the blog.  Counting time, waiting, running from one thing to another.  Feeling exhausted, overwhelmed, missing it.  I needed a wake up.  A reminder to slow down. . . sit. . . breathe. 

How do you do this with a full schedule?  Is it possible to be in Kairos when the world is run in Chronos? Once again I am reminded of the importance of taking in the moments. . . not just surviving them.

We did that this week when we trekked our way to a park for a walk in the forest.

I am doing everything I can to pass on my obsession with Fall to my kids.  As we drove the the park I excitedly told them about all the beautiful leaves we would see and even challenged them to find as many different kinds as they could.  As we stood amidst the grandeur of the trees, we actually watched Fall happen as the leaves so gracefully fell  to the ground.  Like a baseball player eying a fly ball, Charlie intensely watched the falling leaves so to catch them before hitting the ground. 

I intentionally left my phone and my watch behind so to not have any distractions.  We moseyed our way through the woods intent on finding as many different kinds of leaves as we could. 

While only a few hours, the morning was something like food for my soul.  It was energizing, joy-producing, simply lovely and something I have been neglecting in the hectic final days before Baby arrives. 


In those hours I delighted in the people Charlie and Chanelle are.  Charlie, my worker-bee-focused-son, intent on gathering the leaves. . .

And Chanelle, my playful, carefree-spirit daughter who only wants to play in them. . .

It was such a delightful morning.
When I write in the space I do so in hopes that something I write might resonate with someone.  That I might learn from your experiences or you from mine.  I also write, though, to confront myself.  To challenge.  To reflect.  To redirect.  To see better.  Tonight, I’m looking at the moments captured this week and I see that there were precious memories being made.  Like, Charlie and Chanelle’s first ever Root Beer Floats. . .

Or, the forming of Pumpkin Rice Krispie Treats. . .

Thank you, Tammy!

. . . and I realize that I was there, but I wasn’t really there.  And I guess what I am realizing tonight is that, when done right, there is a sacred dance happening between Chronos and Kairos and it is up to me to decide how I want to spend each moment.  I realize a conscious effort must be made to transport myself from “doing” to “being” when a moment calls for it.  Really, the only thing it requires of me is recognizing it, taking a deep breath, and taking that leap to get there.  Because, in all reality, the one thing that would grieve my heart more than anything is to look back and realize that so many moments were missed while I was too busy looking at my watch to be in them. 

No, I can’t control time. . . but I can certainly decide how I will be in it. 

  • Sassytimes - October 14, 2011 - 12:34 pm

    Beautiful. You have a wonderful way with words.ReplyCancel

  • lisa - October 14, 2011 - 2:06 pm

    Oh once again Summer it just amazes me how right on your words always seem to be- as though you know exactly what I'm thinking and experiencing! I come to your blog and all my thoughts are written down and expressed so beautifully! 🙂 Just this morning as I dropped my 2 6th graders off at school, I watched them disappear into the building…I just had this overwhelming sensation of time slipping right thru my hands…desperately wanting to stop it! My thought as they walked away from me is it's only 6 more years and they walk away from me on a college campus- GULP! That just takes my breath away…where did the last nearly 12 years go??? (now I'm crying..) I can't thank you enough for sharing your thoughts- and YES- you definitely resonate with me! thank you friend!! 🙂

    ps…I so relate to your passing on your passion of fall…I have done the same thing about Christmas to my boys and it's one of my absolute treasured moments with them!ReplyCancel

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