I rarely get comments about my column Grounded in All About Women. Okay the rare exceptions were John's and my wedding photos (my editor's idea since our wedding was the day my column was due and I had only kindasorta written part of it). And a few months later when I wrote what I affectionately refer to as "OMG, I'm such a bitch!" essay (Download LetGoAllow.doc). But this months seems to have hit something 'cause I'm getting compliments from strangers. Someone even asked Darling Daughter if she'd read it, to which she replied, "No 'cause I looked at the title, "Coming Clean" and I really didn't want to know what my Mom was coming clean about this month ..."
Anyway, I'm not a compliment hound or anything, but the comments just seem to reinforce an overall impression that the whole world seems to be going woo-woo. I'm sure I'm exaggerating, but it's kinda alot of people nonetheless.
Which leads to our last Woo Woo Wednesday which somehow got to be all about Time. That the very nature and frequency of time is changing. It's different from our perception that time's just speeding up, getting more breathless. Rather, time's actual cycles per second are increasing which will cause the qualities, tenor and characteristics of time to change.
I haven't a clue what that means, except we were told that time is essential and today is already tomorrow. Which suggests we're best off living right now the life we most dream of, grabbing tight to those imaginings that bring us the most peace.
(It also reminds me of one of my memorable books, Einstein's Dreams, by MIT physicist & writing prof Alan Lightman. Set in Berne, Switzerland in 1905, each of the 30 short chapters describes a different quality of time dreamt each night by Einstein the young patent clerk.)
Of course, it also reminds me that it's way too late for a middle-aged mom to be awake so I'm off to bed ...