This is a photo of what happens to Pie Pie when he has experienced his share of a “face paced world.”  

As I grow older, and as the seasons come and go, I swear I can feel the earth turning more swiftly. It was a very bland afternoon sitting in my junior high school English class when I first felt time start to shift. I remember looking at the clock and the hands had jumped. The bell rang and class was over. It’s was like those blinks of sleep you get as a mother of an infant. First the head lays on the soft pillow and your eyes close. Just for a moment. In the next instant your eyes fly wide open and the clock’s numbers must by lying to you. How can that instant have spanned two and a half hours?

iPhones, iPads, on Demand, Twitter and Facebook posts all point to the accelerator. Instant updates. Instant information. Instant connections. Instant gratification. I try not to give into the instant all around us. Instant coffee. Instant pudding. But it all seems like a slippery slope.

Recently the iPhone got me. I was very happy with my five-year-old flip phone. But with a 12 hour commute each week, and limited time in front of a computer that plugs into a wall, I needed a way to keep up. (Wow, that sounds depressing.) E-mailing about our pre-school co-op, resolving dental issues (which is another post all to itself), keeping in touch with friends and family, and starting a business all keep me tied to the phone and the Internet. These techno fingers long for the slow smoothness of soft yarns and bamboo knitting needles. My tired eyes long for the slow tracing, pinning and stitching of a sewing project well deserved.

For now, I think a prayer and rememberance is taking me through this. Just remembering to slow-down a bit is the first step, and perhaps is the biggest.