Birds are not the only things that fly.

I have been sitting here this morning staring at the computer screen in one of my mediating moods. I am as I have said before not a morning person, I don’t function until after lunch, and some have said I don’t function well even then.

I sat there lost in thought, perhaps I was lost because it was unfamiliar territory, who knows?

Anyway this morning I was thinking about how time flies by and how nobody seems to have time these days during their working day to just stand still and take a breath.

Certainly this year is going quickly, I mean it’s August already, looking back over the past seven months I see how little I have actually achieved, it’s like I have zoomed through the months on autopilot. Either that or I am getting forgetful in my old age, I forgotten which of the two it is.

One of the penalties of working from home is that people knock my door on a regular basis, normally trying to sell me something. One thing that irritates me more than anything is when I get to the door, open it and the person who knocked is already 3 doors down, knocking and spending a couple of seconds at a neighbours door before going onto the next. What the hell are they on? Do they really think that people can answer the door in 3 seconds. At my age as I keep telling myself I am built for comfort not speed. You catch their eye and they look away not wanting to admit that they distirbed me by knocking, it’s rare they come back to speak. The ones that do normally regret it after I have finished saying my piece. Most of them don’t look old enough to be out on their own, certainly not after dark. I have been known to ask them when really irritated if they have escaped from their day centre. I presume from the speed they rush round the cul-de-sac at that they are on commission with a poor basic, what a way to make a living!

Now I am not sure if this time flying by faster lark is down to old age or the fact I have time to sit and think about the subject after doing more important things like contemplating the dust on the monitor. Mind you my mother who is in her mid-eighties bless her is already talking about Christmas and has been doing so since June, this being the case can I assume that this time flying by will get quicker?

The other day I posted a comment on a blog, and the owner reposted it on Facebook saying it was profound. This has puzzled me as generally I don’t do profound, long winded and simple is more my line.
What I posted is this:- It’s amazing what belief can do. It can stop wars, it can start wars. It can divide communities, it can unite communities. It can incite hate, it can conquer hate. It can cloud judgement, it can clear judgement. Tricky stuff this belief.

I don’t know if I find this profound or not, it’s just what came into my head whilst reading the original blog post. As I said I don’t normally do profound, I am not a deep thinker, it’s just not me. I don’t take something and disect it into thousands of little bits to find meaning. To be honest I can’t see the point.

Oh well I think I will go back to my meditating and staring at the monitor, I will only start to worry if I do some mystic chanting in time to the flashing cursor. Oh the strain of the last day of the working week….