Dear Members, Friends, and Guests,
Do you sometimes forget what day it is? Feel disoriented where you are in your week? Think it is Tuesday on Friday? I do.
It turns out that we don't have any direct sense of the passage of time. Eyes, nose, ears, tongue, and skin work together to make us aware of our world, but they don't perceive time. Our experience of time is cognitive. (insights from Your Brain Is a Time Machine by Dean Buonomano)
Since we don't sense it directly, we often use the language of space orientation to express our experience of time. We experience a long time when waiting, it is high time when the right moment arrives, when we need to rest we need down time, and it is time to move along when we need to go. We think about time in relation to our bodies moving in space.
It might be a tiny jump in logic, but as the pandemic has confined our bodies moving around, it has changed the way that we experience time. Therefore, we become disoriented in our days.
One way to take back our temporal orientation, is to craft routines for your bodies. Making a single day in your week unique with a particular activity can help reorient your body and sense of time. Planning unique activities for each day of the week, could develop a new groove of time altogether.
For example: what if Monday was the day to clean a toilet (or some necessary physical activity). If it is the only day in the week that you do that activity, then it becomes a unique marker in the flow of time. The same could be planned for each day of the week, until you make a path of necessary activities as a path through time.
Today's Saturday Sabbath is an invitation to picture this path of time in your week and imagine a unique activity for each day. Our next Tuesday Truth will be asking you about what you imagine your weekly routine might look like. With all the information that we gather, we will compile a congregational routine, so we can rely on one another to get into the groove of time (at the very least we will all have clean toilets on Tuesday).
As always,
Your BUUB
Do you sometimes forget what day it is? Feel disoriented where you are in your week? Think it is Tuesday on Friday? I do.
It turns out that we don't have any direct sense of the passage of time. Eyes, nose, ears, tongue, and skin work together to make us aware of our world, but they don't perceive time. Our experience of time is cognitive. (insights from Your Brain Is a Time Machine by Dean Buonomano)
Since we don't sense it directly, we often use the language of space orientation to express our experience of time. We experience a long time when waiting, it is high time when the right moment arrives, when we need to rest we need down time, and it is time to move along when we need to go. We think about time in relation to our bodies moving in space.
It might be a tiny jump in logic, but as the pandemic has confined our bodies moving around, it has changed the way that we experience time. Therefore, we become disoriented in our days.
One way to take back our temporal orientation, is to craft routines for your bodies. Making a single day in your week unique with a particular activity can help reorient your body and sense of time. Planning unique activities for each day of the week, could develop a new groove of time altogether.
For example: what if Monday was the day to clean a toilet (or some necessary physical activity). If it is the only day in the week that you do that activity, then it becomes a unique marker in the flow of time. The same could be planned for each day of the week, until you make a path of necessary activities as a path through time.
Today's Saturday Sabbath is an invitation to picture this path of time in your week and imagine a unique activity for each day. Our next Tuesday Truth will be asking you about what you imagine your weekly routine might look like. With all the information that we gather, we will compile a congregational routine, so we can rely on one another to get into the groove of time (at the very least we will all have clean toilets on Tuesday).
As always,
Your BUUB