I am amazed that anyone manages to write at this time of year when the weather in the northern regions is so cold and uninspiring. I was going to give it a miss this week but the prompt word for fiveminutefriday is an intriguing one. TIME – what does it mean? How can earth-bound creatures worship a God who is outside time?
I have just responded to a Facebook appeal from my niece seeking ideas for how to entertain a bored 6 year old now that the schools are closed. The child in question has a mathematical mind and an appreciation of pattern so I have sent her a copy of my current time filler. It is a quilt based on the five sided tile pattern developed by Professor of Mathematics at Oxford University, Roger Penrose, in 1974. Pinterest has examples. The pattern is non repeating and becomes increasing complex. Several times I have stalled as my brain fails to understand the next shape to be sewn. Like a fractal it grows and becomes beautiful as the layers of complexity develop.
Yesterday I sat in a chilly conservatory with a cup of coffee wondering if I would ever have the energy to write again. I gazed in despair and misery out of the window. Then came a kairos moment. A pigeon flew over, its widespread blue-grey wings startling against the dark tracery of the bare trees. The sky, which had seemed so dull, echoed the grey of the bark and the feathers with a subtly different but complementary hue. Three more birds flew overhead, linking the tree, the sky and the wing. Time stopped and I hung suspended in the moment as if I too had taken flight and entered the timeless balance of eternity.
The day changed. Small and insignificant as I am, I became part of the simple, beautiful, intricate, evolving, pattern of creation. Isaac Watt’s poem ‘Oh God Our Help’ sspeaks of ‘time like an ever rolling stream bears all its sons away. They fly forgotten, as a dream dies at the breaking day.’ Yet I feel with Tennyson’s Ulysses that ‘Some work of noble note may yet be done.’ With God’s help and comfort.
Happy New Year’s blogging!