A Perfect Clock
Trusting the Natural Process of Change
“You don’t need the weatherman to know which way the wind blows.”
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Man made management systems. The clock ticking on the wall, the calendar on the desk, my phone alerting me with reminders and alarms. Daylight savings telling us it is now an hour earlier, as if something real had changed but outside the sun rises just a moment earlier than the day before and the birds still sing at dawn.
We are all going through life living by these unspoken agreed upon rules—intertwined, blindfolded and bowed to the religion of the clock. We’ve become like machines that march through time to our appointments and classes and jobs and meetings. Obligated to the minutes on the wall.
I suppose it’s a necessary way of keeping order and structure within a society of so many disparate souls. But in many ways it seems like we are just trying to keep up with systems that exist outside of ourselves rather than how we actually want to live. According to our own natural timing. From the inside out.
And when daylight savings hits, instead of having naturally adjusted to the changing tilt of the earth, we have a jarring adjustment of an arbitrary system that we all adhere to.
Meanwhile, nature continues on her own clock. A perfect clock.
How much have these arbitrary systems contributed to our losing our capacity to trust? Losing our innate trust in ourselves? We have put our faith in the machine and lost our connection to the natural timing of things.
Out here, we see that every day she makes small changes. Incremental adjustments. Out here, we see that we are always provided everything we need. Out here, we remember that we too are nature and that we hold within us magic, perfection, divinity, life creating genius, absolute instinct. And a perfect clock.
We are right on time. Even when we feel like we fall, back track, or get lost. We are right on time in every way, in every step we take. Everything is a circle, a cycle, a sphere. No matter where we are, we are always met with what we need most to heal and grow. And this is the hardest thing to believe, to trust, and to know.
“The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.”
Change is a natural and perfect process. The birds return in spring. The earth tilts and the timing of the sunrise shifts. The seeds sense when the time is right to emerge from their shell, no matter what the clock on the wall says. And though we are caught here between worlds, living within this society that tries to tell us when and what, perhaps we can find ways to resist and return to the one perfect clock that lies within.