Pearls of Time

Time is both slipping by and an enduring treasure. Time has been on people’s minds, well, for a long time.

  • “Time is the most valuable thing a man [person] can spend.” — Theophrastus, Greek philosopher and naturalist (372 BC-287 BC)
  •  “People don’t take opportunities because the timing is bad, the financial side unsecure. Too many people are overanalyzing. Sometimes you just have to go for it.” —Michelle Zatlyn,  Cloudflare co-founder
  • “Time is what we want most but what we use worst.” — William Penn, British Quaker founder of Pennsylvania
  • “Every tragedy we can imagine comes back to just one: time slipping by.”
    — Simone Weil, French philosopher (1909-1943)
  • “Time management is an oxymoron. Time is beyond our control, and the clock keeps ticking regardless of how we lead our lives.” — John C. Maxwell, American writer on leadership
  • “Liminal moments. Those moments apart from time when you are gripped. Taken. When you are so fully absorbed in what you are doing that time ceases to exist.― Rebecca Wells, Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood

And from my favorite timekeeper:

  • “…Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon? Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life? ― Mary Oliver, The Summer Day

Poetry cuts to the chase on most topics. Poets understand impermanence. They often embrace curiosity for one’s present time.

 Poet and naturalist Derek Sheffield became Washinton state’s 8th poet laureate on 04-30-25. Freelance writer Sarah Neilson summed up his poetry succinctly: Sheffield writes with wildness and wellness as inspiration. In Neilson’s interview for the Seattle Times, Sheffield reflected on his work with a philosophy I can endorse: “An important part of my own journey has been my sense of curiosity and my capacity to feel wonder. I will run across people who don’t seem to have that capacity and don’t seem to be curious…a fair amount of what I do in writing classes is unteaching and trying to get us back to where we all started in third grade. That space, that energy, that trust, that imagination, that engagement with our imagination.”

Yes, who were we in 3rd grade? How did that timeframe influence who we are today? Wasn’t it just yesterday? I recall loving my 3rd grade teacher, Mrs. Anderson. She encouraged creativity and was a font of positivity. I recall her constant smiles. Some teachers’ influence can last a lifetime, either in a good way or a less skillful way. We earthlings are interconnected in a circle of time’s memories.

Consider Derek Sheffield’s poem, Still Time:

“In a wide
and motionless circle, nine

Chinook salmon
below a stilled spillway,

nose to tail-fin, wait,
faint flutterings rounding their backs

in place, each moment
slipping (a white bubble

up from the dark) through the clock face
they make of creek water,

a count we might mistake
as ours.”

Pearls of Peace (PoP) Quiz

407. How do you think about your slipping-by moments?

408. What are your plans for wildness and wellness today?                                                                                                

Poetry Pearls

I Dreamed I Could Fly (Porcelain), Nicholas Galanin

April is National Poetry Month. I have written a few poems over the years, but it is seldom that I take time to engage in poetry-writing classes. This weekend I immersed myself in an insight-filled and inspiring one-day poetry workshop with poet Terry Cahill. Prior to attending, I reread several of my previous poems. To my surprise, the first two poems I picked had the word “pearl” in them! One poem I wrote in 1986; the other was penned 30 years later. This latter poem’s final line holds the title of my blog, a detail only my subconscious brain retained!

Yes, I’ve admired pearls and enjoy wearing a pearl ring. A clue to my pearl attachment is my naming this blog, Pearls of Peace. I place tremendous value on the promise of peace, especially everyday peace. Final words from my first blog entry still inform me: Pearls represent a fresh start. Peace in the family, post-grief peace, and retirement peace all benefit from a fresh outlook. In these blog posts, we will explore how to string pearls of peace wherever you find yourself on your life’s odyssey.”

Word peace might even take flight to reach world peace. Here is my poem from 2016 (prior to blog initiation in 2021):

A Seashell, Tree and Me

A seashell knows how to live deep… 
A tree understands how to stretch its wings.  What about me?

A seashell gives birth to pearls… A tree harbors diverse creatures.  What about me?

A seashell lets go when the time is ripe…  A tree releases in the right season. What about me?

What shall we three release… Pearls of peace, safe harbors, And the strength of All of us — together.

Poetry is a power-filled connector; poems connect past traumas with dreamed-up futures. Poems may reflect distant memories, create a tribute to a poignant person or concept, explore fragile emotions in metaphors with incisive clarity, unleash subconscious ideation, elicit spiritual responses, serve as a bridge to creative problem-solving, or represent a cause to mobilize others. Indian poet Rabindranath Tagore inspired Indian independence through powerful poetry.

Irish poet David Whyte suggests a “good poem” is revelatory; it surprises us with new perceptions, like juxtapositioned “well-felt sadness” and “robust vulnerability.” Modern poetry loosens requirements for spacing or length or scoring the music of lines. Here are soundbites of Cahill’s wisdom: “Poetry does not need a lot of fancy words…the more concrete, the abstract comes through… the more surprised the poet is in writing a poem, the more surprised the reader will be.”  

I love how one creative high school teacher took her surprised 9th graders to a nursing home. The students and older adult residents wrote group poems. They also read their individual poetry to each other. You already might guess that I’m endorsing poetry writing as good for your brain!

Pearls of Peace (PoP) Quiz

281. When was the last time that you wrote a poem?

282. If you never attempted poetry-writing, what holds you back?