I have a real love-hate relationship with time. On the one hand, I’m super-organized and responsible, and so I always try to be on time, make time, take time, and be mindful of time. But on the other hand, I resent and resist living by the clock. Just because someone has decided that something is supposed to happen at a certain time – like my paid work between 9:00 a.m. and 5:00 p.m., or my extracurricular writing that I try to do before I leave for work in the morning – doesn’t mean that the body and the soul and the mind are willing participants. When forced, the product is often soulless and lifeless. (I fear that many of these blog posts fall into that category.) My preference would be to live my whole life in a more instinctual way, like children do. Playing when I feel like playing, eating when I feel like eating, exploring when I feel like exploring, sleeping when I feel like sleeping.
My compromise is to try and balance the needs of the screaming perfectionist inside my head who wants things to run like clockwork, and the creative magician who needs the spark of inspiration to allow something wonderful to happen. When you’re doing soul work, or creative work, or working with ritual, you often need to dedicate time. I love that word – dedicate. One of its meanings is to consecrate – to declare or set apart as sacred. It’s not the same as scheduling time – as saying: I am going to dedicate an hour every Tuesday evening to my writing. It’s saying: This particular moment is special. Something numinous is going on here.
Do you ever dedicate or consecrate time? What would be different about your life if you did? And what would you do with your consecrated time?