A Wrinkle in Time
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
Old songs have a way of hiding in the back of my brain. At some unexpected time some little cue will appear in my daily life and tickle some little fragment of one of those melodies and draw out just enough of the lyrics to drive me crazy. And so it has been with A Wrinkle in Time.
I first heard the song at a folk music concert around 40 years ago. The performer was Gordon Bok, a Maine basso in blue jeans who crooned rich tones and wrote his own music, often about the mystical call of the sea and/or events that unfolded once he got into his boat and out onto the waves. This particular night he was performing in a small auditorium on the campus of what was then a women's college. He sat alone on the stage with a glass of water, two guitars (a 6-string and a 12-string), amplifying equipment of some sort, and a couple speakers. The local technician probably set the spotlight and then went out for a beer, since the singer never moved from his chair during the concert.
I didn't feel as though I belonged there. But my then-husband wanted to go, so of course we went. And like every one else, I was entranced.
After the primary concert was over there were calls for encores, and that was when he presented that haunting piece. "I wish I had a wrinkle in time, a place where I could go," The next part is a memory blur. Fast forward to the beginning of the refrain, "I'd close my eye an instant and be gone, open them wide and I'd be back again. . .rested and strong from my world" and then the rest of it is a blur again. Perhaps one of these days I'll see if I can find these lyrics on-line.
But in the meantime, I really need to find that wrinkle in time Mr. Bok was singing about. I picture it as a snapshot of an inch worm crawling along on a wall of time, its two ends scrunched up close together and the main party of its body forming a humongous loop sticking up in the middle, as seen from the side. If I walk along the wall, then follow the body around (never mind gravity or falling) I will get exercise or rest or the time to read a book or ,,,or.... or...?? and then end up back at about the same place and time as when I left and ready to face my reality again.
Some days in my real world are frantic, filled with demands from the engineers for whom I provide administrative support, followed by a commute in heavy traffic, complicated these last several months by the darkness during both morning and evening drives. When I get home I'm tired and hungry and it seems the day is already gone. My energetic daughter works at a demanding job, has a much longer commute than I do, lives farther north than I do and so faces longer dark days, and she still has energy to work out and go back to school and deal with her family! Oh yes, she's 32 years younger than I am. I guess that does make a difference. Hmmm....if only .....
So now I look for that wrinkle in time. I would move oh so slowly on it, resting first, then working out for an hour, then reading a few pages of a new book, and finally coming back to where I started so I would still have energy to visit with my husband, catch up on the early TV news, and then get to bed in time to get 8 hours of sleep instead of my usual 6-1/2.
I have lost 15 pounds in 5 months. Perhaps when I find that wrinkle in time (no, not buried in a wrinkles in my skin) I could get rid of this weight faster and have more energy. Meanwhile, I'll just have to keep trudging along, grateful for my SparkPeople trackers and the encouragement I get from my Spark Friends. And losing about 3 pounds a month.