{"id":1877,"date":"2007-10-28T15:40:45","date_gmt":"2007-10-28T20:40:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/?p=1877"},"modified":"2016-07-01T13:10:15","modified_gmt":"2016-07-01T18:10:15","slug":"the-illusion-of-time","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/?p=1877","title":{"rendered":"The illusion of time"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>On this Sunday &#8211; one day of my life, one page in my book &#8211; where the music from Voodoo Fest is dominating the otherwise languid air and the brown pelican dives repeatedly for fish outside in the bayou &#8211; I find my mind bouncing from topic to topic, not completing one thought before beginning another thought &#8211; the curse of even my Sunday afternoon carved up into a multitasking event.<\/p>\n<p>But where my mind keeps bouncing is what is intriguing me more than the fact that it bounces &#8211; it bounces, therefore I am &#8211; what I am thinking about is time and place and age and these sorts of intangibles that are never quantifiable with the quantitative. Well, at least not for me. <\/p>\n<p>My mind flutters around and lands on place &#8211; how long have I been living at the LaLa? I&#8217;m staring at the brown pelican as if he is an old friend. It seems I have never lived anywhere else. The Can? Pishaw, I can&#8217;t remember a night there. Marin? Did I live there? San Francisco &#8211; North Beach &#8211; Portrero Hill &#8211; the French Quarter &#8211; General Pershing &#8211; Napoleon Avenue &#8211; these places are all carved up as single image memories but when the camera rolls, it is here that I am &#8211; here that is home. <\/p>\n<p>And time, my love, my weakness &#8211; my fear of losing it &#8211; I feel as if I lost this weekend to excess when surely my daily affirmations speak about this &#8211; about how to guard against excess unless that is what I am seeking &#8211; and yet I know why the caged Rachel is moved to excess &#8211; no release of energy through her usual outlet &#8211; exercise &#8211; as always she needs to run, to jump, to move, to work through a restlessness that is so much a part of her metabolism, she&#8217;d be lost in neutral. <\/p>\n<p>Okay, enough third person for godsakes &#8211; how about age? &#8211; and this age I am at right now which feels the most natural age to be at &#8211; and yet ironically I am fighting this age with chemicals that peel my skin right off my face. How is it possible that I can connect with Jake who is 3.5 years old as if we have walked around the globe together? What made Flower seem like a kindred spirit even though she is half my age. What trick in nature is it that gives some people wisdom beyond their years? <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>On this Sunday &#8211; one day of my life, one page in my book &#8211; where the music from Voodoo Fest is dominating the otherwise languid air and the brown pelican dives repeatedly for fish outside in the bayou &#8211; I find my mind bouncing from topic to topic, not completing one thought before beginning another thought &#8211; the curse of even my Sunday afternoon carved up into a multitasking event. 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