Yesterday I went to the Café Philo at the French institute in South Kensington. It starts at 10.30 am and entrance is £2 nowadays. The mediator alternates days in French and English. Check on the website.
I went for years. Same faces, a little older, some new younger ones. We used to have coffee then lunch together some of us but the coffee shop has closed down it seems. So bring your own! 😊
Well people state a topic and we vote out of 3. Most voted for the «paradox of killing time». I immediately thought how negative is that. He was younger than me so perhaps he had «too much time on his hands» but do I think of «wasting time or not»?? Not anymore being retired I suppose I can enjoy my time and let it flow at my own pace.
Some people said time was of value, time was money so you had to be efficient.
A lady gave the example of your plane being delayed and then you had time you hadn’t planned for..
A gentleman said time was subjective, if we were having a good time it would stretch, if we were not it would shrink.
Another person said if we were sick we would like time to pass away quicker maybe to end.
So I had to say something then because no thanks I think time is more of the essence when you are sick and yes there may be an issue of life and death but apart from the fact that we have no control over it anyway why should I see the glass half-empty?
My conclusion was a little messy, I wanted to say that Time was Education. We are taught how to use our time at school and we often model our parent’s’ ways. Dad used to read, Mum didn’t.
Also can time stand still, sometimes I’d like that : «like a lake with no ripples» Says Belleruth Naparstek in my health imagery podcast..
Finally good times have to last, that’s why I never read short stories I prefer never ending stories and trilogies.
Love the whole idea. There is a quote from a sundial about how the passage of time changes according to our circumstances. I will try and find it. For us poorly lung folk waiting for a test result or consultation stretches time into tortuous lengths. People often talk about how quickly time passes as we get older. That is not my experience. Hmmm..... much cogitation here.
“Time is too slow for those who wait, Too swift for those who fear, Too long for those who grieve, Too short for those who rejoice. But for those who love, time is not.”
I have a book of sundial quotes. Lots of interesting reflections about the passage of time. Lots of nasty guilty stuff about wasting time so that time wastes us...
I’ve checked cafe philo out online but none I can get too....the one in Manchester clashes with my babysitting, if it’s still running at all, outdated website.
You’re really getting out and about....wonderful! 🦋
Seems like you are having a jolly good time down there and living upto your name of happylondon, making the most of your stay is wonderful. Enjoy every moment
Time is a very strange thing. When I was working time seemed to fly which I put down to deadlines and stress, but since I have retired Monday seems to follow Friday at an alarming rate, which I think is due to me loving life again, yet when waiting at appointments it always slows down, perhaps it is just a state of mind after all. x
Well it all helps, just one activity per day more or less. Mornings are slow, gathering strength, making up for lost sleep then I go to get the papers and get a lethal espresso from the local Italian shop, have a late lunch and do something medical or fun.,
Hi Fran thanks for post on time , this is a quick reply as I am away for a few days from today so catch up with you later in the week. Glad you are tripping down memory lane xx
My memory is Digging Deep Here: A Teacher Mrs Wolfe,(her name came to me easily) Made us all Learn & Recite at Morning Assembly. "I have No Time to Stand and & Stare " Like Sheep & Cows etc. Sorry, can't remember the rest, someone with a Good memory on here will Know it. Hace Buen dias en Londres Fran. Besos. xxxxx
"Leisure" is a poem by Welsh poet W. H. Davies, appearing originally in his Songs Of Joy and Others, published in 1911 by A. C. Fifield and then in Davies' first anthology Collected Poems by the same publisher in 1916.
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I didn't appreciate it at a young age and having to recite it at Assembly, at that time never understood it. Now, Older, Wiser, Woman of the world. Time is so precious, whichever way you Describe it...It is there to enjoy, until, Like a Candle in the wind. ........
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Whoops got the time wrong.
Weather, story time and a room with not much of a view!
An evening giggle
