..or do some weeks take longer than others?
It's a phenomenon that many of us notice. Some days seem to fly by in a blur of business or a haze of laziness whilst others seem to drag on interminably. It seems to happen to weeks too.
This week has been a long one. It seems an age since Monday, when I went to look at a couple of houses - interesting ones, ones that pricked the imagination with possibilities - even though the rain was falling relentlessly and the country views were of low cloud and little else. It's been a week where I have taught the usual number of students at the usual times. I've taken the children to football and swimming and discovered yet again that I am the only person in the whole of Alcala who runs from one place to another - is this my disorganisation or have I not yet learned the secret of Andalusian time? I haven't had that much time to draw a quiet breath on my own. The children - my own and my students - have been incredibly noisy and silly and funny this week. They have invaded every corner of my own space and filled it full of their laughing, shouting and diverting noises.
And then I found this little poem.....
Time is of your own making;
its clock ticks in your head.
The moment you stop thought
time too stops dead.
Angelus Silesius, 6th century philosopher and poet.
and wondered whether this week I haven't been thinking enough. This week has been taken up by lots of doing. Little time for reflection or deep breathing.
So, in the name of science, this week I shall try thinking a lot but running about a bit less. I shall make time to breath deeply and quietly.
And I will report back my findings.
What has your week been like?