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Tick Tock Tick Tock . . .

Tick Tock Tick Tock . . . I have a clock that, on a night when I find sleep elusive, becomes as loud in its incessant tick tock as if it were a snare drum rhythmically playing in my bedroom.  It mocks me in my sleeplessness.   Should this happen on a weekend when I need not be in work the next morning, I’ve been known to bury that dagnabit clock in bureau drawer to silence the mockery.

Many have reflected on how our days are measured by that incessant tick tock of passing time.  The demands life places in this lightening fast society – the need to invest ourselves wisely in each tick tock – don’t “waste” time – coulda shoulda – tick tock tick tock tick tock.

I find myself reflecting that my life is somewhat like the music of the song The Syncopated Clock.  Do you know it? The meter of even paced life and other times that flow with that syncopated beat.  Sometimes time is measured in an even beat – 1 2 3 4 1 2 3 4 and sometimes – like lately – full of syncopated beats 1 2 3and4 1and2and 3-e-and-a-4.  The unexpected crops up. Change direction. Move a little faster.  Ooops here’s something else . . .

There’s been a tension in my life lately.  I’m busy at work.  I’m tired at the end of the day.  I want to sit down and create – to bead – to wire wrap – to make some of my jewelry.  But . . . but . . . I’m tired or I MUST do something else.  Those syncopated beats have worn me out.  And in my fatigue my need to create mocks me like tick tock of that dagnabit clock in my bedroom.

Time to sit back and lecture myself – accept the syncopation – know that there will be time enough.  Maybe even sing another song – – “Too every thing -turn turn turn – there is a season – turn turn turn – and a time to every purpose under heaven.”

It’s the end of another day now and a time to rest.  Tomorrow – a time to work and in the evening to spend some time with friends.  It won’t be long and there WILL be time to sit down with my beads and wire and and explore my creative urges once again.

Tick Tock Tick Tock 1 and 2 and 3-e-and-a-4 Relax and flow with the beat and find refreshing peace in the rests.