My life in Theater was always lived with a sense of urgency; from the time I was about 7 until fibromyalgia caused not just a slow down at 46, but an abrupt and disorienting Halt. I created new reasons for urgency because I didn’t know how to live life without that defining feeling at my core. I discovered a brand new sense of urgency when I was diagnosed with T2 a decade later. It is my own variation on OCD, I think…In recent years, because an artist’s life has to be an Examined life, I have been working on ways out of this trap. The books and online teachings of the great American Buddhist nun, Pema Chodron have been a boon. As have been the writings of some of our Senior DOC members. As has been my writing, like some kind of exorcism…
Time Keeps on Slippin’
Time keeps on slippin’, slippin’, slippin’ into the future.
So. How’s it going? How was your day?
Honey, I’m home.
Busy. Busy. Busybusybusy. Oh Yah.
No time. Borrowed time. Time to go.
Time passed.
Yet the time has come.
Prime time.
And what a time!
Time to eat.
Time to sleep.
Time to pray.
Time to clean that gun……
Time out
Time heals
But time’s up…
So. What did you do today?
Had yourself a busy day?
Had yourself a fast day.
Ooooo!
No time, gotta run.
Gotta runrunrun…
Run for the border. Run to the store.
Run into friends and run til you’re sore.
Run round and round. Run to and fro.
Run out of breath and run til you glow.
Run about run about run about and shout.
Careful not to notice time’s running out.
Oh yaah…
Time keeps on slippin’, slippin’, slippin’