The passing of time and a nuthatch in the woods


I’ve just come in the door and put up my brolly to dry, then I popped the radio on and caught the end of the following programme:

It’s a show exploring the idea of the acceleration of technological advances but also our perception of the passing of time. Is our feeling of the passing of time speeding up with the increasing pace of technology?

Sometimes people say time passes more quickly the older we get. The Germans have a word for it, or at least a concept which is very similar. Their word is “Torschlusspanik” or gate closing panic. You can understand it even though we don’t have a similar word. The panic which ensues when you feel that time is running out and THIS is your last chance to do something.

Then again… I have a colleague who is a touch older than me who says he doesn’t feel that time passes more quickly as he gets older. He doesn’t seem to feel any speeding up. It’s like he just takes each moment as it comes. So maybe there isn’t anything to panic about, right? Maybe it’s just that: a perception that time moves more quickly.

I like to try to take each moment as it comes. This seems a good philosophy. If we think too much about the passing of time I think we’d go potty!

What are days for?
Days are where we live.
They come, they wake us
Time and time over.
They are to be happy in:
Where can we live but days?

Ah, solving that question
Brings the priest and the doctor
In their long coats
Running over the fields.

But one thing is for sure: weekends are definitely shorter than the weekdays 🙂
Which is what I thought on Sunday after having run some chores. Sod it, I thought. I’m going to enjoy this sunshine and go for a bike ride.

I opened up the garage and wheeled the bike out. After pumping up the tyres I wheeled it across the crackly gravel to the road and mounted my steed. Off in the woods I enjoyed the sun and the trees reaching up above me.

It was quite a lovely moment really… and it got even better when a movement in the trees caught my eye. I could see it was a bird but wasn’t which type of bird so I stopped the bike and looked closer. What did I see but a lovely colourful nuthatch springing up the tree. These birds are a type of tree creeper and are well known for bounding up and down the trunks of trees in springing motions. So I stayed and watch it spring about for a bit before I lost site of it.

That was a lovely little moment which I enjoyed for what it was. It wasn’t a long moment but it didn’t speed by either. In fact time stopped still for a while in the woods. Maybe this is the secret… ‘More time in the woods, looking at birds’. [Note to self]


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