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Time
~ Bobute, mE

Bobute encourages us to value each moment.

There is always time for today! Not yesterday, last year, next week, or even tomorrow. Today is here and now. This second, minute, hour is time. All the time we have and are given. Not even the hour belongs to us, until we have lived it.

Time is not ours alone. It is shared by everyone and every living thing. Many dead and dying share time with us also. Trees, waiting, once they have fallen. Bark, slowly falling away, in chunks and pieces before my eyes. I watch helplessly.

Everything has been or is surrounded by time. Mother Earth speaks silently about time. Have we listened? No, many of us have not. It passes in the night along with a trillion stars.

Space is time. Endless time, reaching out beyond where the eye can see. Snow covered mountains, green valleys, stone walls, old shoes, a pair of glasses, all speak of a time that is or once was.

Where better to find time than in a museum or library? Libraries, filled with words, from both the living and dead. Books waiting to be opened, one more time. Leather binding, pages in different type, pictures, words, voices, all equal time.

Art museums, modern day or otherwise, hold the time of an artist’s brush, creating each stroke, shadow, line. Before mE I see Gypsy Vardos in winter. Sleeping snow-covered trees. People setting up camp. One grazing, brown horse munching on a patch of green it managed to paw through the snow. Mountains hidden in a green forest of Pine. Brown
grasses that were once summer green. A split rail fence, that was not there before the artist took her brush in hand, taking time, to paint this card for mE. P. Jeffery, 2006, signed with love because she took time and held it close.

There is always time for life and living. It is given to each of us each and every day. A gift to be shared. How have you shared yours today?

~ Bobute, mE

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