Saturday, November 11, 2006

Time For a Life

What is time in the Caribbean? Minutes turn into hours. Hours become days. Where else would you celebrate the full moon several days after it has ended? That is what happened to the fiesta. It came late. But late doesn't matter here. Because there is no hurry. Time can go as slowly as this crab, who lost his way from the beach. I found him sitting on my front porch, letting the time go by. He was not in a hurry to return to his home. He didn't have any meetings scheduled, or appointments with important people. He didn't have to go shopping to buy gifts to give away for Christmas, which is 2 months from now. He didn't have to buy expensive clothes that someone in a magazine said were all the rage this season. He didn't have to do anything, but live in the moment. He wasn't angry that his precious, valuable time was wasted away, and he will never get it back. No. Not him. He was content to sit beside a shell all day, alone with his thoughts. Just letting the time go by. When the night arrived, he went home to the sea.
I want to be like him.


Mark said...


Your writing about the crab is superb! Maybe you should try your hand at doing some free lance writing projects. There are a lot of web sites and companies that are looking for this type of writing talent.

Unfortunately my story regarding crabs can't be repeated here or any other public place....just kidding!

Take care,

Janet said...

well, i don't think your story is a secret anymore! hee hee

Thanks, I put alot of thought into this one. Isn't he the cutest thing ever?! We named him Paco.

Jen said...

What a fantastic post Janet. You really do have a gift. I think you are well on your way to being just like Paco...only not so smelly :)


Anonymous said...

Hey Kiddo....How exciting would that be? What I wouldn't give to just have a long brain fart for a day or two just like little Paco. Ok, yes I'm envious of the two of you. Nothing happening here except packing boxes and throwing stuff out and packing boxes and throwing stuff out and get the point. Anyway, take care and give a call when you can.
Love Patti, Dad, and all the other unemployed people that live here.