The clocks moved back in Israel a few hours ago. I woke at my usual time, as decided by my body. Yesterday, this would have been 7AM. Today, it was 6 AM.
All morning, I am reminded that it is earlier than it is. I have more time!
Of course, I don’t, but the feeling is of just an incredible gift, a freebie, of the most precious kind. Time, as I told myself as I pondered aliya, which meant giving up a plumb, secure job and coming to Israel with nothing, is the one non-renewable resource. None of us knows how much we will get and there is no “buying” more of it. The wealthiest person on the planet has no means in this calculus. It is the most precious thing there is.
So we get the illusion of just having been granted more, just like that.
In a few months, we will get another reminder, when time is taken away, just like that.
The gift of free-time comes now, as the hours of daylight lessen, lessen, daily, a reminder of mortality.
Time taken will come as spring unfolds, as each day expands with more light. A balancing, also a reminder.
We are mortal. Bound by Time. The most precious- what shall we call it– thing?– there is.