Really liking this from Rilke today…not a bad back to school meditation…
All this hurrying
soon will be over.
Only when we tarry
do we touch the holy.
Young ones, don’t waste your courage
racing so fast
flying so high.
See how all things are at rest –
darkness and morning light,
blossom and book.
~ Sonnets to Orpheus I, 22
The italics are mine.
The ability to tarry and so touch, I still seek.
Contemplating the connective tissue between tardy and tarry.
Remembering the description of Benjamin Franklin that whether he was on time or late to any appointment depended entirely on the quality of the conversation in which he was currently engaged.
Thinking of Eugene Peterson relating how he as a teacher on a college campus would always add a hefty fifteen minutes to his walk across the campus so he wouldn’t be rushed and could take time to chat with any students or faculties whose path he crossed on the way.
Remembering Gandalf’s “A wizard is never late, he always shows up precisely when he means to.”
All I know is that all too often we don’t set the pace, it sets us.
What a prospect, reversing that, even just a little.
A minor rebellion against what presses.
To only run because He bids us.
And time serving rather than enslaving, marking only the rhythm of the dance rather than being the monotonous hammer for chained rowers.
Just a little.