Racing along at a standstill

Every Monday I wind the pendulum clock in the lounge. Perhaps my husband’s grandmother used to do the same thing – six turns of the key.  Often our lives continue like this – regular, filled with casual rituals, and a mundane safety.

In an instant the world tilts on its axis and we are woken from the illusion of quiet continuity. Just a phone call, a simple message, and we remember how fragile things are.  That we are in fact hurtling through the universe at 2.1 million kilometres an hour.  How did we ever imagine that things might stay the same?  Even when we are doing nothing, our lives are flying along at breakneck speed.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s