tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269748572009-03-30T14:08:42.301-04:00Get your brain juices flowing... you're here to think!Suenoreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26974857.post-56544036322414468352009-03-30T14:06:00.001-04:002009-03-30T14:08:37.700-04:00Many times, time is depicted as a straight line, starting at the left and moving to the right through a sequences of events from past to present and into the projected future. Historians organize their thoughts this way. Corporations use this method in their annual reports. Institutions, including schools, see their movement in this manner.<br /><br />Sometimes, chevrons march up and down the mainline as it moves forward. We call them peaks and valleys or bulls and bears, booms and busts or war and peace.<br /><br />Oftentimes, the line will lose its rigidity and become a curve or a loop, a circle, an oval, a double helix or a scribble. It may seem out of sync, out of bounds, chaotic. It may remind us of something under a microscope like a DNA structure or a deadly spore or something off in space like a racing meteor. Then time starts to take on a dimension quite mysterious and beyond our reach. Beyond our control. Infinite.<br /><br />We see time in many ways, perhaps because it is the sole environment for living our lives. We depend on time. We measure our lives by it. We check how many inches the child has grown from year to year. We create an educational progression of schools to attend. We work toward establishing careers in a certain time frame. We build our families and fortunes for the next generation — when our time is up.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26974857-5654403632241446835?l=www.suehunterwrites.com%2Fblog2%2Findex.html'/></div>Suenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26974857.post-1160591841111607912006-10-11T14:36:00.000-04:002006-10-11T14:37:21.113-04:00we walked in the rain<br /><br />red and silver umbrellas<br /><br />talking together<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26974857-116059184111160791?l=www.suehunterwrites.com%2Fblog2%2Findex.html'/></div>Suenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26974857.post-1160591706545593622006-10-11T14:34:00.000-04:002006-10-11T14:35:06.546-04:00the blue chalk line snaps<br /><br />shingles are stacked and ready<br /><br />it's hot on the roof<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26974857-116059170654559362?l=www.suehunterwrites.com%2Fblog2%2Findex.html'/></div>Suenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26974857.post-1160591021230995362006-10-11T14:22:00.000-04:002006-10-11T14:24:47.926-04:00ode to the remote<br /><br />our own universal tool<br /><br />to keep your distance<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26974857-116059102123099536?l=www.suehunterwrites.com%2Fblog2%2Findex.html'/></div>Suenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26974857.post-1160590948848055252006-10-11T14:20:00.000-04:002006-10-11T14:26:11.866-04:00early october<br /><br />the fall girl let down her hair<br /><br />leaves flew off the trees<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26974857-116059094884805525?l=www.suehunterwrites.com%2Fblog2%2Findex.html'/></div>Suenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26974857.post-1146006370505399212006-04-25T19:05:00.001-04:002006-10-11T14:28:36.006-04:00today in the dell<br /><br />i saw a bare wishbone tree<br /><br />limbs raised like a whisk<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26974857-114600637050539921?l=www.suehunterwrites.com%2Fblog2%2Findex.html'/></div>Suenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26974857.post-1146006340877711792006-04-25T19:05:00.000-04:002006-10-11T14:27:58.513-04:00an errant leaf falls<br /><br />through still air lands on the pond<br /><br />like a little boat<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26974857-114600634087771179?l=www.suehunterwrites.com%2Fblog2%2Findex.html'/></div>Suenoreply@blogger.com2