My mother passed away on January 1, 2022. After she died we sorted through the things in her home. There wasn’t much I wanted, a few odds and ends. I did take one special item.
The clock.
Mom had a love of clocks. She owned several fun clocks. There was one that made bird chirping sounds in the dining room, and another, a Seiko, that had a face that opened up each hour. You can watch the gears turn while the clock plays a little tune. There are two settings, one for Christmas season, and another for the rest of the year.
No one wanted the clock. I hesitated, but decided I’d take it. When we moved to Maine, I brought it with us.
Now that you know the story behind the clock, there’s more.
Like my mother, I love clocks. There is something calming about the sound of a ticking clock. It’s a metronome, and a reminder that we only get so much time on the planet. Much of my electronic music is recorded at 60 beats per minute to match the meter of time. That meter is natural and meditative.
The clock won’t stop. Time keeps moving. Take a few moments to listen to the tick-tock of a clock while contemplating life and creativity. Where do you hope to be in a year, five years, ten years? What do you hope to accomplish as an author, musician, or artist?
There are no guarantees in life, but it’s more likely than not that the clock is on your side. – dse
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