“Daily” Savings Time

I love the joy that nurturing brings me. My pets and plants are a couple of these joys.

Recently, just so you don't think I'm a bad plant-mom... two of my plants felt they needed therapy, so we sat down in the kitchen and talked. Charlotte, the spider plant, wanted a new bed as the one she was in was the same one for five years. She felt crowded out. Geronimo, the Geronimon (should this be geranium?) felt as though no one ever saw him or paid attention to Daylight Savings Time when it arrived in the middle of the night, last night. For what I believe are 48 of the 50 United States, our minds did a mental dance with the clock to try to trick ourselves into thinking we have either lost an hour in our day or, as in the fall, have gained one. My mind doesn't take the bait. All I know is that right now and through the summer, the days ahead will be lighter for seemingly a longer period of time. This I cherish!
Sitting on a sunny deck with my dog and two others I'm pup-sitting for the week, my mind is aware that the clocks are telling me “It’s later than you think." Although I'm mindful of this message I hesitate to wrap up my coffee-time on this peaceful deck, gazing at the mountains of Breckenridge in the distance. My thoughts remind me of the laundry I left behind at my home; the vacuuming that I didn't have time for before I left; my garage that needs a spring purging; my taxes I need to finalize; and even the new baseboards which sit finished in my garage (with the proper coats of paint) but I have not yet had a date with my compressor and brad gun. The mind can be such a nag.
During these times of the badgering brain, I also hear my heart butting in. Not wanting to be rude but definitely heard, my heart speaks to me of the stillness in this calming space with my cup of coffee next to me, getting cold but still delicious. The various mountain birds flit by with a soft chirping message to alert their friends, "We've found a feeder with fresh food!" While I don't claim to understand their exact verbiage, the increase in customers as I've always called them, seems to indicate I understand just enough. As the sound of their wings adds to the conversation in this still space, not even the dogs who are sunning themselves are disturbed.
My heart reminds me of the snowy days that, while still beautiful in their
own way, did in fact, hold the sun hostage for a bit. Now the sun is back, the breeze is light, and the scent and the sound of the fir trees which envelop me, have their own message. "Sit with us for a while" is what I hear.
Interrupting for a second, my head prompts me to remember a remarkably busy and difficult week. It seemed as if every human I encountered was filled with anxiety, anger, and selfishness. It was overwhelming. I'd worked diligently to overcome this negativity, yet the entire week was filled with either people or extremely busy places trying to find a crack in my armor. At times they were successful. But this time, I choose not to spoil the conversations I am in the middle of!
So here I sit and listen to my heart savor these messages from the life which surrounds me on this beautiful mountain deck. We may feel a bit robotic in changing clocks back and forth. We may even, at times, feel idiotic in trying to figure out which PhD we needed to master changing the clocks on the microwave or the stove. Yet, we can still feel in absolute control when we pause for a moment or even that hour, we "lost"
last night, and choose the conversations of which we want to be a part!
I know the one I'm choosing today. Now if you'll pardon me, my coffee needs reheating!