Slotted Schedules

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We all need schedules.

Don’t we?

Like a slotted spoon dipping into a pot of soup, schedules catch bits of life to be shared with someone else.

Be careful!

Goodness may drain through, letting some savory bits escape our taste buds.

Or a schedule could be seen like this gate,

bars that showing only rectangles of sunshine, eyed jealously from in front, 

or ~ trapped on the other side, mere glimpses of the busy, lively street below.

Wind whistles through,

wafting scents and aromas,
bearing sounds and music of 

another life that might await us.

Gates do have value though,

keeping dirt, chaff and riffraff out,

allowing a moment in time to stop,

open the gate,

look both ways before proceeding. 

Like this gate,

there is a lock on our scheduled lives.

We are the only ones with the key to that lock.

(Now where did I put that darn thing?

And what does it look like?)

Schedules also have value ~

promoting give and take within

work

family

community.

However, if we give ourselves over

only to a schedule with others

we will have locked our own interior gate

and hidden the key.

And, more frightening yet...

time alone may feel directionless and disconnected.

Find the lock.

Find the key.

(If it's been locked too long, it may need a bit of oil...)

Open the door..........

“Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one’s courage.”

~ Anaïs Nin