Moving at the speed of time

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This week, I celebrated six years of marriage with my husband. It seems like I have been married for much longer because it is hard to imagine life before it. Futhermore, I can’t believe I am still in my twenties (but if you are a former student, I lied and told you I was 32; why is it that people only take you seriously if you are thirty-something?). This decade has brought staggering changes, as everyone can probably say of their twenties. And I still have another year to go! Time: maximized fully.

This drawing, however, has been slow. Slow as my pregnant waddle-walk. I just realized I started the oil-pastel version when I found out I was pregnant and researched the material I was using for safety. The soft pastel version was under way even before that. So that puts it at around seven or eight months in the making. In that span, I grew a human being and moved house, so I guess that explains it. Time: dragging feet.

It is time for some goals. If I say it out loud, then it is real and I have to do it. This drawing will be finished by the end of June. Another drawing will be finished before I give birth. Then I know what comes next: postpartum hibernation. Time: doesn’t exist.

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These oil pastels are growing on me. And look! a color gradation. Not so stiff any more with this medium. The expectations are starting to open again. Maybe it was drawing the window to the sky, but I am looking up at last. Time: back in the current.

As I thought back to our wedding this week, I remembered a hymn from our summer morning ceremony:

The sands of time are sinking, the dawn of heaven breaks;

The summer morn I’ve sighed for – the fair sweet morn awakes:

Dark, dark hath been the midnight, but dayspring is at hand,

And glory, glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land.

Kathryn

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