Time: The Doppler Effect

I’m still debriefing from the West Virginia trip that began almost two weeks ago. It was an anticipated event I watched on the calendar as it came closer and closer.

It was briefly time under my own feet in the now two weeks back. Now, it recedes farther and farther into “the past” and I’m still trying to be present by this revisiting in those moments not fully appreciated when they were present moments–too close to see clearly like an object that needs to be held at arm’s length to bring it into focus.

Time does indeed seem to flow, to move towards and in the beat of a heart to speed away into the distance like a river torrent or a train whose speed and sound changes pitch as it approaches and departs.

And so what I’m experiencing today I think of as the temporal Doppler Effect. It makes for a nice metaphor–a poetic way of thinking about our fixed place (or so it seems) in Self through which time flows, coming and going.

Hmmm. This seems so obvious I wondered if this was an instance of so-called “original thought” and of course, the Internet is almost always quick to disabuse such hubris and show that our best ideas (even if originally conceived) are just the regurgitated cud of fellow sapients.

See for instance:

Events in the Future Seem Closer Than Those in the Past

As you may be aware, I could go on. But it’s Friday. Few pass by. Fewer stop. And this truncated and abstruse blog post merges with the great cosmic stream of verbiage and babble that is the background noise of our times, its pitch falling as it moves away.

IMAGE CAPTION: Green and Amber ~  a small Blackwater River tributary flows cold and tea-colored below Blackwater State Park lodge. Click HERE to see larger image at Flickr.