I know what you mean about the variability of time passing, but it's hard to express. You do it very well here by focusing on the emotion instead of the cognitive function, like memory.
I remember being in high school and my Latin teacher, a beloved school figure, saying that time seemed to pass so much slower for his daughter than for him and that she had explained it to him that that was because every moment was a bigger proportion of her life than of his. It's as if we live in a rhythm, with shorter or longer (heart)beats.
That seemed to me at the time -- then closer to his daughter's age than his, but now closer to his-- as a useful way to think about it. But it still doesn't get at the emotional quality you get at --which is really grief. And anticipatory grief. The holidays do seem to stop all that motion, temporarily, by overlaying them with ritual and repetition, as Atticus noticed.
I know what you mean about the variability of time passing, but it's hard to express. You do it very well here by focusing on the emotion instead of the cognitive function, like memory.
I remember being in high school and my Latin teacher, a beloved school figure, saying that time seemed to pass so much slower for his daughter than for him and that she had explained it to him that that was because every moment was a bigger proportion of her life than of his. It's as if we live in a rhythm, with shorter or longer (heart)beats.
That seemed to me at the time -- then closer to his daughter's age than his, but now closer to his-- as a useful way to think about it. But it still doesn't get at the emotional quality you get at --which is really grief. And anticipatory grief. The holidays do seem to stop all that motion, temporarily, by overlaying them with ritual and repetition, as Atticus noticed.
Thanks for this, as always.
Thank you, Victoria. I think I’m writing to “master” time.. which is not possible. It only gets stranger..
A "timely" post. Happy holidays dear Eliza!
Happy holidays, Amy!
“I loved his delight at small observations “…Eliza this is so beautifully written ! I am pondering that statement with my own fright!!
my own delight is what I wrote ..alas I phone takes over!!😏
Thank you, Marge!
Beautiful! I remember Lennart well and you bring him back. D
Thank you, Dorothy!
In a weird way I think my (trauma-inflected) fixation on my infinite to-do list buffers me from the deeper meanings of time passing.
Whatever works!