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Summer’s End

It was bound to come

Tourists are going home

Leaving the beaches and the board walks

School bells are ringing

Teachers are working hard again

Last minute shopping to get the son still left in college

Supplied with peanut butter and pencils

That crispness is in the evening air

Our sunny days are numbered

Time to buy the winter fuel

Started a knitting project two days ago

(Don’t tell anyone but, I am missing the rain)

Life and Time are moving forward

We are all ushered into their dance

No one gets to sit it out

All is changing

All is turning

© 2012 Julie Clark

 

 

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Does anyone really know what time it is?

Time plays a part in one of those funny memories I have of our early years in Northwest China.  China is a big country. There is only one official time – Beijing Time.  That is the time anything official, such as government offices, airports, trains, etc., runs on.  That is all good and well, except if you live far and away to the west of Beijing, or if you are a local who grew up far and away west of Beijing.  It just doesn’t jive with what the sun is telling you.  So anytime there was an event we had to pay attention to who was telling us about it.  Was it an official or a local person?  Or we just had to ask directly:  “Is that Beijing time or Xinjiang time?”  Being somewhat rebellious children of the 60’s and 70’s we kept local Xinjiang time along with most of our local friends.

Now that doesn’t seem too complicated, but there are a couple more issues involved.  Daylight savings was introduced somewhere along the line while we were living there and then later abandoned.  Some folks just flat-out refused to pay attention to that.  So now we had Beijing Time, Summer Beijing Time, Xinjiang Time, or Summer Xinjiang time.  If that wasn’t complicated enough we always had to keep in mind that events never started when they were stated to start.  Weddings, parties, most social events always started a couple of hours later than posted.  It took us awhile but we did get used to that.  The only problem was that some of our friends, knowing that we were foreigners and clueless at times, would tell us to show up at a certain time for an event and they meant that time.  You can only imagine how often we showed up too early or on occasion too late for an event.

I look back on the “time” issue with a smile.  Time just wasn’t that big of a deal like it is to us here in the West.  The important thing was just to show up at some point and join in the festivities.  We were always welcome and never lacked for food or fellowship.  In fact it was often difficult to leave as our hosts would pull long faces and say things like, “Oh you don’t like the food.” Or “You are bored and haven’t had a good time.”  They would say those things after we had been there for at least four hours and stuffed ourselves so full we could hardly move to the door!

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Leaves aflame

Leaves aflame

With sun light fire

Seen through

The stained glass

Reminds me of

The night sky

Falling

With shooting stars

Falling, falling

All is falling

It is time for the earth

To renew itself again

Aided by time and gravity

Keeping it all here

The death and the dying

The brokenness and the shame

They aren’t going with us

When we fly

© 2011 Julie Clark

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Morning

Taking time to listen

To the Voice of peace speaking

Calming

Reassuring

Centering myself in the Center

I can rest here

I can live from here

I can order my day here

Choosing what is best

What is best for me

Is good for those around me

A peaceful me

Is a blessing to others

A frantic me

Brings tension and chaos

To those I love

© 2011 Julie Clark

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