"The days are made on a loom whereof the warp and woof are past and future time." Ralph Waldo Emerson
Have you ever gone through a season where the days and weeks seemed to pass by in an instant? Somehow you did everything you normally do - you got up at the usual time, you did your thing at work, you spent time with your family, and yet nothing stands out. No thread of significance remains. In a blink and a whir, life races by in a flash, and you are left to shake your head and wonder where the time went.
In the act of carrying out tasks commonplace in nature, sometimes we can complete them, and then later not be certain if we even undertook them at all. Perhaps it was a question of whether you fed the pets or watered the plants or got the mail. It's a curious thing when our own actions are elusive to us. Yet that is exactly the nature of our minds when it comes to any rote chore or when we are simply enduring the usual. We drift into autopilot as we operate the treadles and the shuttle passes back and forth across the frame, tapping out its hypnotic and rhythmic beat. In the blink of an eye, a full bolt of cloth has been produced and we have no recollection of how it came to be. It is only when something out of the ordinary happens or when we pause to disrupt the flow of the same-old same-old, that we begin to take notice of the marks along the path. Then we can finally begin to revel in the beauty of God's creation around us. We can have a moment where we are fully present, and feel those sensations of contentedness and satisfaction and joy. Only then is time restored to a much more pleasing pace and we can clearly see the road that we are on.