I agree with Sadhbh. So lovely to read and to be reminded of the beauty, power, and profound meaning of the moment. This moment. And you have been to Avebury.... I have yet to go there. One day-- at the right time (pun intended).
Thanks Terra! Definitely into the now of “here”! Avebury, Salisbury, Glastonbury....and everything Cornwall is a great adventure of discovery. Thanks for reading, and be careful on those motorcycles! 🙏❤️
I am still waiting on the motorcycle property tour. My driver has been distracted by the party next door which involves a too large speaker near my porch and random clouds of cannabis smoke drifting by my sliding glass door while I attempt to record my blog (humor unavoidable). But today I get my residency photo and I hope to go sit and gaze at the morning waves after I extricate myself from savoring bed. And yes, the places you mention have been on my list for a long time. There is somewhere to stay at the Chalice Well Garden. It is good to be reminded of all that. Thank you.
Beautiful Jamie. Thanks for sharing. This one made a beautiful audio to my morning yoga / mobility flow routine! Have a beautiful day filled with many precious moments.
This is beautiful. It really touched me. Many blessings and gratitude for your loving reflection. In a class I am taking I literally heard the instructor use the term love-light warrior just after you wrote this to me! Thank You!
Thanks Jo! "Here" indeed. I AM is finding their way back "here" more often these days! Thank you for all of your support as we live into the questions.
What a great exploration of a great topic! I love the questions and ponderings.
While Chronos is the eternal and cyclical, Kairos embodies the momentary, the (apparently) fleeting.
This makes me wonder whether or how our human 'time' ~ the manmade concept of the temporality of time, of time as a commodity like money ~ buying time, flying time, giving, having time, keeping time, killing time, losing time, making time, passing time, running out of time, saving time, sharing time, spending time, wasting time ~ would be understood by either Chronos or Kairos? They might be amused by this whole human entanglement with time, having endless insider jokes about it... time after time.
Wow! There's so many thoughts and feelings that are arising from your beautiful, lyrical exploration of time. Let's start with wisdom, poetry and presence. What an exquisite invitation to pause, reflect and embrace the timelessness within and without. Surely, we all crave and cherish Kairos time?!
I mean, I live for it, love for it, and found myself gloriously and blessedly cocooned in it last week at Avebury. Ah, now I understand the 'soul-chronicity'! And here I am again this morning in the same state of being, whilst reading and listening to your voice, poetry and reflections. That’s what poetry does, doesn’t it - return us to ‘real’ time.
As a teenager, poetry became a magickal time door, the one in the green hill, through which I stepped away from Chronos and its horrors, into what I can only describe as sanctuary and home. Into the realm of the blessed poets, and oh how I longed to join them! So I packed up my pen, notebook and the alphabet and set out to find my way. It’s been a long, dusty, stormy path, traveling through all manner of times, but in the end, on occasion I ended up where I was headed, Kairos.
The watcher in me sees a story, poem, haiku waiting here, so I’m grinning away now like a Cheshire cat! As always Jamie, thanks for the inspiration!
When it came to starting to write my memoir earlier this year, I had no idea how I was going to write. First, I thought, ‘Ah, I’ll go all chronological and chart it from birth.’ But I soon abandoned that idea. Then, during a Kairos moment, I stumbled upon the word ‘mosaic,’ and everything just clicked into place. A mosaic memoir - fragments of the whole resonated deeply. All those stories I had purposedly left out of my poetry collections for fear of judgment, for the shame I carried with them.
Naturally, as I found myself stepping away from chronology (Chronos) into the footfall and foothills of Croneology (Kairos), I now follow a different drum - the beautiful, resonant music of the hang drum I'm discovering, of poetry ... of, of, of .... becoming the poem.
And that’s it, that’s what you are to me, Jamie. Beautiful, soulful music yourself. You're the musician, the magickan at the edge of the circle, the poet gathering stars and sound, sending ripples of love and light out into the world. And as far as you're looking out, you're looking in. This is true time. ❤️🙏✨
Yes croneology! Is a make crone a wizard? Am following a hang moon drum into the moments of presence. Thank you for believing in magic. Magick. A widening circle. Are we a falcon? A storm? A never ending song? We are the poem. True time! Bless you Deborah 🙏❤️
I love your poetry and your thoughts, Jamie. Your writing as well as your recordings are a gift to the world! Thanks for sharing your voice! 🙏
Thank you for reading and your kind words 🙏❤️
I agree with Sadhbh. So lovely to read and to be reminded of the beauty, power, and profound meaning of the moment. This moment. And you have been to Avebury.... I have yet to go there. One day-- at the right time (pun intended).
Thanks Terra! Definitely into the now of “here”! Avebury, Salisbury, Glastonbury....and everything Cornwall is a great adventure of discovery. Thanks for reading, and be careful on those motorcycles! 🙏❤️
I am still waiting on the motorcycle property tour. My driver has been distracted by the party next door which involves a too large speaker near my porch and random clouds of cannabis smoke drifting by my sliding glass door while I attempt to record my blog (humor unavoidable). But today I get my residency photo and I hope to go sit and gaze at the morning waves after I extricate myself from savoring bed. And yes, the places you mention have been on my list for a long time. There is somewhere to stay at the Chalice Well Garden. It is good to be reminded of all that. Thank you.
May the smoke guide you to waves. Safe travels 🙏❤️
Beautiful Jamie. Thanks for sharing. This one made a beautiful audio to my morning yoga / mobility flow routine! Have a beautiful day filled with many precious moments.
Thanks as all ways A 🙏❤️
Incredible!
Thanks Alicia! Appreciate your support.
Thank you so much Alicia for all of your support and for being a warrior of love and light in this world 🙏❤️
This is beautiful. It really touched me. Many blessings and gratitude for your loving reflection. In a class I am taking I literally heard the instructor use the term love-light warrior just after you wrote this to me! Thank You!
Beautiful poetry Jamie.
Eckhart Tolle talks about the Illusion of Time and reminds us also that there is no time but the here and now.
"Here" is where everything is. :-) Jo
Thanks Jo! "Here" indeed. I AM is finding their way back "here" more often these days! Thank you for all of your support as we live into the questions.
Such a beautiful reflection to start the day with. Thank you for sharing your gift with the world.
Thank you so much Dorette! 🙏❤️
Thanks, Jamie, for this powerful reminder of the moment. I love this quote: "Time does not change us.It unfolds us."--Max Frisch
Thanks Mo. Wrinkles of time unfolding from creases of lies. 🙏❤️ Thanks for reading and reaching out.
What a great exploration of a great topic! I love the questions and ponderings.
While Chronos is the eternal and cyclical, Kairos embodies the momentary, the (apparently) fleeting.
This makes me wonder whether or how our human 'time' ~ the manmade concept of the temporality of time, of time as a commodity like money ~ buying time, flying time, giving, having time, keeping time, killing time, losing time, making time, passing time, running out of time, saving time, sharing time, spending time, wasting time ~ would be understood by either Chronos or Kairos? They might be amused by this whole human entanglement with time, having endless insider jokes about it... time after time.
Thank you Veronika! Your response is a poem. What is time? Time unfolds us indeed. Maybe its “time” to un-name time. Kairos well. 🙏❤️
Wow! There's so many thoughts and feelings that are arising from your beautiful, lyrical exploration of time. Let's start with wisdom, poetry and presence. What an exquisite invitation to pause, reflect and embrace the timelessness within and without. Surely, we all crave and cherish Kairos time?!
I mean, I live for it, love for it, and found myself gloriously and blessedly cocooned in it last week at Avebury. Ah, now I understand the 'soul-chronicity'! And here I am again this morning in the same state of being, whilst reading and listening to your voice, poetry and reflections. That’s what poetry does, doesn’t it - return us to ‘real’ time.
As a teenager, poetry became a magickal time door, the one in the green hill, through which I stepped away from Chronos and its horrors, into what I can only describe as sanctuary and home. Into the realm of the blessed poets, and oh how I longed to join them! So I packed up my pen, notebook and the alphabet and set out to find my way. It’s been a long, dusty, stormy path, traveling through all manner of times, but in the end, on occasion I ended up where I was headed, Kairos.
The watcher in me sees a story, poem, haiku waiting here, so I’m grinning away now like a Cheshire cat! As always Jamie, thanks for the inspiration!
When it came to starting to write my memoir earlier this year, I had no idea how I was going to write. First, I thought, ‘Ah, I’ll go all chronological and chart it from birth.’ But I soon abandoned that idea. Then, during a Kairos moment, I stumbled upon the word ‘mosaic,’ and everything just clicked into place. A mosaic memoir - fragments of the whole resonated deeply. All those stories I had purposedly left out of my poetry collections for fear of judgment, for the shame I carried with them.
Naturally, as I found myself stepping away from chronology (Chronos) into the footfall and foothills of Croneology (Kairos), I now follow a different drum - the beautiful, resonant music of the hang drum I'm discovering, of poetry ... of, of, of .... becoming the poem.
And that’s it, that’s what you are to me, Jamie. Beautiful, soulful music yourself. You're the musician, the magickan at the edge of the circle, the poet gathering stars and sound, sending ripples of love and light out into the world. And as far as you're looking out, you're looking in. This is true time. ❤️🙏✨
A thousand blessings and then a thousand more.
Yes croneology! Is a make crone a wizard? Am following a hang moon drum into the moments of presence. Thank you for believing in magic. Magick. A widening circle. Are we a falcon? A storm? A never ending song? We are the poem. True time! Bless you Deborah 🙏❤️