Time by Kira Kenley

Posted on February 15, 2013 by Kira Kenley

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3 Kira Kenley will share her creative dilemmas and decisions every Friday over the coming months. Read Kira’s Story Part One and find out how it all began.(Also read Kira’s Story Part Two)

Time the governor of my days and measure stick that enables me to move through my life. These days I can spend my every waking moment doing the things I love. I sing, I play piano, I play guitar, I write. The moments spread out in front of me and sometimes it feels like I can lean into the minutes and stretch them out. At other times, it seems I am holding on for dear life while time pulls me through its corridors at a phenomenal speed. Yet, the tick of the clock is constant.

So why is it that time alters, oscillating between two extreme places, abundance and scarcity? Why does it seem to speed up and slow down? When I lean into the present moment it greets me with open arms and pulls me towards it, sharing its many gifts.

What is happening is happening in ‘real’ time. I feel this now as I sit in front of my computer. There is just the page and I and everything around me seems to sit and breathe with me as I allow the space for this blog to be written.

And when time is erratic where am I? When I am sat in my past or my future, the present moment is lost to me. I am travelling at the speed of my mind as it pulls me away from the here and now. This mind is necessary and useful for without it I would be sat in front of a blank screen with no access to the word bank allowing me to communicate. However when my mind is anywhere other than now it is wasting energy and time, and there is no action. I have a friend who has been talking about writing a book for the last 10 years. His poor book is stuck in a time warp, left in some future place he will never get to for creation happens only in the present moment.

As I go through my life, living these days in a very different way with my previously conditioned security gone it is so easy to get lost in time. I visit the past where apparently I was secure and the future where my mind bombards me with confusing predictions. And all the time the present moment is waving at me desperate to show me its possibility. This is the only moment and if I am here I am in a place of action, where things get done and life gets lived. Right here. Right now.