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A one year blog project in which I share a process of transitions: emptying of the nest, reacquainting with my rusty intellect, plowing onward with my first full length book, entering the second half of my first century, and generally reflecting on life.

(see Dec. 29th, 2009 entry for further explanation)

Sunday, January 3, 2010

tricks of time

Sunrise 7:23 am

My first sunrise outing away from home, which illustrated my ignorance of time patterns. I am a few hours west of my home town this morning, but I had no idea that the sunrise would be a full 10 minutes later after so short a distance. Damn. I could have slept an extra 10 minutes.

The Christmas vacation officially ends tomorrow morning. It has been a thought-provoking period for our household, as my husband and I discussed in the car on our way to visit his family and pick up our daughter. When all four kids were home over Christmas we were in a lovely yet occasionally unsettling state of togetherness. We all love each other, and love the idea of our family, both nuclear and extended. But each time that we return together, there is a reorganization of selves and relationships. No one is static in their lives away, or their lives at home, and we all reacquaint with each other's new selves each time we gather. At the same time, we are forever bound to earlier versions of our own and each other's selves. It is a delicate dance. Without sensitivity to, and respect for all of the complexities of growth and change, history, individual trials and explorations, and the intricacies of love and relationship, families can (and surely DO) malfunction. Family is, nonetheless, an institution worthy of the effort it requires.

A lovely and seemingly effortless groaning board of hearty soup, brown rice salad, fresh bread and holiday goodies was laid out at my in-laws last night. Cousins all around, three generations together. There it was again - that sense of timelessness juxtaposed with a sense of time sweeping away in a blink. Same group, same food, but how did that tumbling pack of two-footers turn into these towering, sentient beings around a poker table? And how did those young parents get so...middle-aged (especially that one in the mirror)?

2 comments:

  1. Why didn't anyone tell us that time passes more quickly the older one gets? Mr Lipkin's Latin class--and the photo taken therein--was just a few blinks ago...

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  2. Someone probably DID tell us. But who listens when they're 17?

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