"You finally figure out that it's only the clock that's going around....It's doing its thing but you....you're sitting here.... right now... always." --Baba Ram Das

One topic that I find myself revisiting again and again is the issue of time. It is a real issue because I keep coming to the conclusion that it truly does not exist, but keeps fooling us every hour of every day into thinking that it's really a thing, no matter how invisible it seems.. I continually try to remind myself how important right now is, because it is really all we have, even though it is so quick and gone now, already to a new now. We constantly live in the illusion of the day, but we learn life like that because we must go to school, get an occupation, work to live. We follow the clock as it tells us where and when to be. Yet all of the things I've been learning about in the past few years, about some particular "secret"... that life is so much simpler and abundant than we ever could've imagined, proves itself day in and day out. We quickly learn the Laws of Gravity (falling down many times, only to get back up again), but what of the Law of Attraction? We learn not to get our hopes up. We learn that we can't have everything we want. Maybe, if we work hard enough. But, what if it is really only a change in thought? Something invisible, but so powerful.

Maybe we have all of the time in the world.

Time as a child was a powerful thing. Sometimes it seemed to drag on and on, and we could not wait for the school day to end, for our birthday party, for the field trip that took forever and ever to come. I remind the kids that I coach that they too will be looking back on it all, now, before they know it, seemingly in the blink of an eye. Childhood, a memory. Yesterday, a memory. A minute ago.....

Sometimes I wish I could rewind the hands of time. Do things over. Other times, I think things are fine the way they are. (Only to find that if you went back to change things, they might've turned out different; changed the future of what is Now.)

You only begin to realize after it's passed...There are only so many years a kid has to participate in the sport of gymnastics...I know now that I can go on and on, but certainly not in the same way I did years ago... I remember, due to fear, holding back...I'll do it later.. or later.. But you can never go back to that fear, to conquer the fear you wish you could've set aside for success. I remember hearing many times that gymnastics is 90% mental. (Obviously the physical part is very important, especially since  it does disappear with time). But overall, it is the mind that controls the body, tells it what to do. Another powerful thing. The key to being a good gymnast is to literally slow down "time", to learn aerial awareness. Know at every second where you are, whether you are up side down, or right side up, or somewhere twisting and flipping in the middle. Nothing is ever too scary because you are constantly aware of your body, at every given second..Bad habits are not created because they can be instantly fixed, realizing exactly where we made the mistake. Gymnastics in the Now.

Easier said than done as every second blends into the next. And then we find ourselves here, six months later. Six years later. Everything in Life a Mental Game.

Almost like it was yesterday that we changed the clocks back, shifting and altering the hands of time with our own two hands. (Makes me rest assured, when the days sadly get darker earlier that we will gain back our light in no time.) Back in the day, one day we decided to change time twice each year. (To save energy, (neither created nor destroyed.)) With our own hands, gaining or losing hours. Proof though, that we are very much in control of our "time." This thing that measures where and when to be. Dictates the blueprint of our lives, where many get lost in the Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Weekend Game, and Repeat. Working to live and living to work. We must not get lost in these labels, my friends.

Past, present, future all going on right Now, simultaneous. All happening Now. How then, does that affect our construct of time? It appears to be one big contradiction, if we look back now at our past, which may very well still be happening somewhere outside of the clock which reads right now, changing to now, now. Our memory becoming the Now. We cannot see it, but perhaps it exists. We cannot touch the past as we know it, wherever it is, but is it still really out there? Happened somewhere as right now is happening?

You may have left us, but you are somewhere out there, existing beyond our time. (Energy neither created nor destroyed.)

If you look "up", there is something out there called space, a very close friend to time. The other day we went to visit Palomar Mountain, somewhere in San Diego, just over five thousand and a half feet in elevation. As we grew closer to the top of the sky, the air quickly grew colder and we reached the Palomar Observatory. Snow spotted several parts of the ground. There was a room which explained the stars, and galaxies, and things you forget walking around the ground in the daylight, or even the night with so much light pollution. Looking up, we see the bright little lights dancing in the darkness, and it boggles our mind how far away in space these things exist. Light-years away. We are only really a speck of little something in a vast, unbelievable, never-ending world. How far does space go and when could we get there? It is said, that when we look out into space because it takes light so long to travel from so far away, we are looking into the past. The past burning bright in our night sky. Past all around us, disappearing to the eye in the light, but always there. Naked to the eye. Where then, can we see the future, if everything is indeed happening Now? Happening somewhere within outside of time. And somewhere in space, our future self, looking back at a life we once knew. Appearing like a star. Life everywhere, all around, far beyond anything our minds can fathom. Beyond our words can explain. Each one of our many, many selves, our lives, all happening, Now.

And oddly enough, everything seemingly has its "time." If it is to happen, it will, without force. With the sheer knowledge that it is HAS happened, will happen, is happening, whenever it should. The "secret" of all universal life. So long as you believe, and know and trust. Everything will happen in its own time Now.

Different, yet still the same.

In the wake of two thousand and twelve comes a new way for me to recreate myself and the world through words. I will start here with my new beginnings, and former reflections.....A new name added to the old. A new husband, although I'm pretty sure he is the same as before I married him. A new job at a new gym. (Doing the same old wonderful thing I will never be able to stop until my body falls apart.)..... As thirty draws near, I look back and wonder where all the years have gone, where the little girl went that seems to remain within, even though the mirror suggests otherwise. (So different, yet still the same.) Just yesterday I swear I was promising my mother I would live in her attic forever. (Now three thousand miles away from that attic.) Just yesterday, I was discovering the existence of a world that went about its ways many years before I was born. And the thought, where was I those years? I am here now, but where then?

I find myself wondering now how everything unfamiliar and insecure began to shift and alter until it became today, where I sit so comfortably at my computer. No longer worried about my clothes being the right ones, finishing the ten page paper, studying to get an A on the test, or where to run into the man of my dreams.

Two thousand and thirteen years from zero, plus many more before our number system existed.

In the first few weeks of this new year will be the release of my first book. Another day I have been dreaming and dreaming of since before I can remember, like the day of my wedding (now three months past and only a memory). I am exercising the utmost patience as the printer fits for size and final edits are made, and like a child on Christmas, like a mother waiting to hold her first born child, I am so eager to open this gift and see exactly what she will look like. If people will really like her and want to spend time with her....

....Aside from all of the joyful things that have taken place over the course of two thousand and twelve, there are other things in the world which have been not so joyful. Painful things we will never forget, but wish to cast away as we begin the year anew, hopeful to rid ourselves of negativity. Nevertheless, in order to move on with our lives, we must assess our past--learn from it, and take a positive step forward. But what step is a step in the right direction?

I remember logging on to my facebook that morning, and seeing everyone's prayers multiply for the kids and the families in Newtown who were stuck face to face with a young man and ultimate tragedy. Everyone in the country left with heartache and grief and questions. Why? How? And no words to express the emotions no one should ever have to feel.

I tried to imagine being one of the parents, unsure if my child had made it out of the school safe. I tried to put myself in the shoes of the children whose warm, safe worlds were turned upside-down, and the adults who gave it everything they could to set aside their own fears to give their kids strength, not knowing what was to come. And what would it have felt like to be that kid--the one who decided to wake up one morning and do the unthinkable..

As much as we think we see it or try to imagine it, we cannot feel, know another person's hurt, fear, invincibility.

Why? How can we truly reach out for each other? How can we stop these awful, nonsensical things from happening to us, as a people? There are many with the same heartbroken response, but many with different answers: more and more guns for everyone; armed teachers in schools; more difficult for people to buy guns; no more guns; take away our right to bear arms; get help for the mentally ill; bring God back into our schools (for those that do not realize He is everywhere, always); rid the world of evil. But how?

I remember being asked as a child, "What is something you wish for?" And we would always search for that answer that could change the world as if the power lay in our own small hands, and we could say, do anything. End world hunger. Give homes to the homeless. Be kind to Mother Nature. Save the rainforest. Create world peace. As children, we wished for the bigger picture, unsure of how to start such monumental change, but always so filled with hope.

We cannot forget that every crazed gunman was a child once, however innocent and filled with hope. How then, do we keep this hope alive, in everyone? How do we create peace and end the urge for violence? Why do some have an inclination for violence, and how do we suppress it, end it, eliminate it? How do we create the feeling that we can all try to fix a problem within ourselves, no matter how unsolvable it feels?

The other night I had a dream my husband bought a gun. I woke up with such an aching sadness in my heart because somewhere deep down I have felt I could never live every day so close to something that could take the life (of a body) so fast. Not even for self protection. As silly as it may seem, I remember dreaming as a kid that if there were ever anyone trying to kill me, rob a bank, break into my house.... I would talk them out of it, and somehow try to change them for the better through words. If only the whole world could learn to win a war using words.

And no matter how hard I try, even as an adult, I feel I could never put the word "gun" in the same sentence as "world peace" and have it make any sense.

I remember being in the middle of my younger years, feeling like the world could exist just fine without me. Go about it's daily routine without even realizing or caring that I was gone. That I did not matter. Now I realize that even if it is one word that I write, someone, somewhere will read it. Every day every person impacts another. Every person exists, and plays a part. Every person is important, no matter how unimportant they may feel.

I am a person. Like you, like her, like him, like them. Like the Chinese, the Jewish, the Iranians, the South Americans, the Christians, or Muslims or Agnostics or not...Like the Texans, or the Cowboys, the Chargers, or the Chiefs. The Pennsylvanians or the Californians. Like His sons, His daughters, and all of our children and theirs. Boyfriends and girlfriends, and friends of friends. My Husband and yours and his and everyone who never wishes to have one. His wife or her wife. Doctors, teachers, bus drivers, plumbers. Writers or librarians. Blind or paraplegic. Mine and yours. Us and we. So many different answers. Yet when we look closer, closer we are all the same. Eyes, ears, hands, feet. Heart. Body. Soul. Every single person roaming this Earth, one little part of the All of Humankind.

I'll admit, I fall for the emotional ego that seems to exist somewhere inside of me every day. Being a very big sports fan, I can feel myself get so caught up in the wins and losses of every given Sunday, so upset that the stupid easy field goal that was missed could have been made for a win. But then I stop and think about it. Take myself out of it and realize that it is only a game. Why does a win feel so good? Why does it truly matter if we lose? Why am I really mad that another part of my new home state wins, instead of my old home state? Why does my new home state have so many different teams and people that are angry if the other wins? Why does that country hate our guts, when it was something some people did years ago? Aren't there "new people" every day? New people here, and new people there? "New people" in America, and "new people" in Japan and Uruguay and Botswana, moving, shifting, changing, and beginning anew? New people who move from there to here. Why are some people not okay with who they are, and others stand so firm, their views so sharp...Why must we ever resort to violence, especially concerning faith, views, understandings, that are supposed to stand for love? Why do some countries fight their neighbors and how can we learn to love thy neighbor, no matter? Why do people pass on and pass on turmoil of the past, when today is a new day? Now a new moment? How can we open our minds to every one and thing?

Maybe, possibly, perhaps..... if one day every person could recognize, all at the same time, even for just one moment... That we are all different, but ultimately the same--there would be one moment of peace throughout the world. Maybe every single one of us would begin to realize who it is we are deep within, and truly feel at peace with it. Love one another, but mostly importantly, love ourselves.