{"id":191,"date":"2011-12-06T23:09:00","date_gmt":"2011-12-07T07:09:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mixhart.ca\/blog\/?p=191"},"modified":"2012-11-11T07:54:44","modified_gmt":"2012-11-11T15:54:44","slug":"time-this-culprit-behind-change","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.mixhart.ca\/index.php\/time-this-culprit-behind-change\/","title":{"rendered":"Time, This Culprit Behind Change"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Little Pippi<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n\n\n\n\n
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Pippi, almost ready to start her day at kindergarten<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n
Time<\/span><\/b><\/div>\n
Time\u00a0is a slow friend, gradually it eases anguish and suffering, dulling the senses once alive in the horror of the moment.<\/div>\n
\u00a0It is also a silent enemy, creeping, drawing out torment until it becomes unbearable.\u00a0<\/div>\n
Yet, it does not exist.\u00a0<\/div>\n
\u00a0Cycles of renewal and decay; rising and collapsing within itself.<\/div>\n
No beginning.\u00a0<\/div>\n
No end.<\/div>\n
\u00a0A forward direction?\u00a0<\/div>\n
An end before a beginning.\u00a0\u00a0<\/div>\n
Acceleration through space slows the clock.\u00a0<\/div>\n
Faster means slower.\u00a0<\/div>\n
As time expands, space collapses.\u00a0<\/div>\n
As gravity increases, time expands.\u00a0<\/div>\n
A measurement of motion.\u00a0<\/div>\n
A measurement of nothing for a present moment never exists.\u00a0<\/div>\n
Invisible, silent, elastic and non existent.<\/div>\n
Perhaps a moment is eternity and change happens within.\u00a0<\/div>\n
Can something that doesn’t exist be a friend or an enemy?\u00a0<\/div>\n
A life of delusion, acknowledging this illusive force.\u00a0<\/div>\n
This culprit behind all that changes.<\/div>\n
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Mix Hart<\/b><\/div>\n
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I wrote this poem today. What is today<\/i> really? My knowledge of time comes from Buddhist philosophy, science and personal experience. The poem is appropriate because in true Mix Hart style, I arrived for an event at the wrong<\/i> time…<\/p>\n

Rushed to school with Pip this morning to discover I had the date wrong yet again! No candy house building until next week. Had to kiss my little Pip good-bye and take our candy stash back home with me. I do the whole date mix up often when my schedule is super busy–I am leaving the country tomorrow.
\u00a0But at least I always arrive early by a day or week or more!<\/p>\n

I choreographed a beautiful Hawaiian dance to Izzy’s White Sandy Beach of Hawai’i<\/i> song. I am going to use the song as my cool down for Zumba. It is such a beautiful, relaxing song–it will be a treat for my dancers. \u00a02 more new songs to learn before next term. I’ve almost finished learning them both.<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Little Pippi Pippi, almost ready to start her day at kindergarten Time Time\u00a0is a slow friend, gradually it eases anguish and suffering, dulling the senses once alive in the horror of the moment. \u00a0It is also a silent enemy, creeping, … Read More<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"kt_blocks_editor_width":"","_kad_blocks_custom_css":"","_kad_blocks_head_custom_js":"","_kad_blocks_body_custom_js":"","_kad_blocks_footer_custom_js":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[24,133],"tags":[3112,3115,449],"class_list":["post-191","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-motherhood","category-poetry","tag-motherhood","tag-poetry","tag-the-meaning-of-time"],"aioseo_notices":[],"aioseo_head":"\n\t\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t