The Soul Doesn't Fit Into Schedules
Time management is a concept of the 21st century. It's becoming increasingly difficult to fit everything we want into life. To have the time for every thing, is for most of us, a dream.
When I think of the advancements technology and research have made to modern life, I'm grateful. I would not have liked to live during times when having a simple infection meant the strong possibility of death, or when childbirth was a great risk to mothers' lives.
Yet the other day when I observed centuries-old paintings, I was struck more profoundly by my similarities of emotion with the painted subjects, than the dissimilarities of the centuries we lived, and live in.
The expressions on people's faces in these paintings was like a mirror looking back.
Despite the advances of modernity, the human condition is largely the same as it was centuries ago. I jotted down observations in my notebook, and pondered the emotions of the people in the paintings.
I found these observations comforting. Gurus of modern living like to prescribe fixes for emotional ailments with the same speed they offer fixes for practical living. But the soul's needs don't respond well to scheduling.
Maybe an afternoon in a gallery of old master paintings, observing flickering mirror images from centuries past, is better medicine for the soul than pop psychology prescriptions.
Time management is a concept of the 21st century. It's becoming increasingly difficult to fit everything we want into life. To have the time for every thing, is for most of us, a dream.
When I think of the advancements technology and research have made to modern life, I'm grateful. I would not have liked to live during times when having a simple infection meant the strong possibility of death, or when childbirth was a great risk to mothers' lives.
Yet the other day when I observed centuries-old paintings, I was struck more profoundly by my similarities of emotion with the painted subjects, than the dissimilarities of the centuries we lived, and live in.
The expressions on people's faces in these paintings was like a mirror looking back.
Despite the advances of modernity, the human condition is largely the same as it was centuries ago. I jotted down observations in my notebook, and pondered the emotions of the people in the paintings.
I found these observations comforting. Gurus of modern living like to prescribe fixes for emotional ailments with the same speed they offer fixes for practical living. But the soul's needs don't respond well to scheduling.
Maybe an afternoon in a gallery of old master paintings, observing flickering mirror images from centuries past, is better medicine for the soul than pop psychology prescriptions.