Time, the man-made construct to number our days

March 14, 2021

This morning was the great "springing ahead" when time changes with the "daylight savings." (Who's saving the daylight?) Facing a moment of disorientation this morning--the light and shadows in my RV said 7:30, but the phone clock read 8:30--I remembered the time shift. Apparently, my phone is set to "mountain time," but I'm kinda digging my Arizona light/shadows and wall clock staying the same. There's no rush to adjust schedules, let the rest of the world struggle with the spring time-zone shift.

More and more, I'm beginning to understand living by the seasons, somewhat of an off-grid reality nomads, the homeless, and seasonal travelers understand. (Not to say house-dwellers don't have this awareness, too. I used to have it when I lived in a house. It's just that out here, the seasonal changes--a push to move north or south--is felt more acutely.)

So as winter turns toward summer, and the wind blows cold and hot, I struggle with what to wear. I'm in the process of changing out all winter clothes into spring. In a few weeks, when I get back to Colorado, I'll be reaching for my winter clothes again.

This is part of following the seasons. The Paiutes and Freemont peoples of the Southwest probably did the same thing. Only they also moved in search of resources (meat, water, and warmth). And, in some way I understand this as I fly north in search of provision: a solid job. I need to work with intensity and focus, chasing the highest dollar if I'm going to make my highest dreams reality.

Wait til you see what's coming. If the good Lord wills it and I can work it, this story just might have a happy ending.