The Universe and The Time: Carpe Diem, Vita Brevis: Seize the Day, Life is Short

From The Universe and The Time blog: “Carpe Diem, Vita Brevis” in other words, “Seize the Day, Life is Short”~

I stumbled across this blog a while back. Another iteration of a reminder we all need frequently – make the most each day; relish in the ordinary; we know not the hour or the day it will all be over, so make hay while you can.


And for the blog itself,
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Lyrics Post: “Ants Marching”

This song wasn’t the first I heard by Dave Matthews, but it probably was the one that hooked me to his music.

“He wakes up in the morning

Does his teeth bite to eat and he’s rolling

Never changes a thing

The week ends the week begins

She thinks, we look at each other

Wondering what the other is thinking

But we never say a thing

These crimes between us grow deeper

Take these chances

Place them in a box until a quieter time

Lights down, you up and die

Goes to visit his mommy

She feeds him well his concerns

He forgets them

And remembers being small

Playing under the table and dreaming

Take these chances

Place them in a box until a quieter time

Lights down, you up and die

Driving in on this highway

All these cars end up on the sidewalk

People in every direction

No words exchanged

No time to exchange

And all the little ants are marching

Red and black antennas waving

They all do it the same

They all do it the same way

Candyman tempting the thoughts of a

Sweet tooth tortured by the weight loss

Program cutting the corners

Loose end, loose end, cut, cut

On the fence, could not to offend

Cut, cut, cut, cut

Take these chances

Place them in a box until a quieter time

Lights down, you up and die

Lights down, you up and die”


Parents have been doing it forever; more broadly speaking, caregivers of kids have been doing it forever.

It’s how we support them. It’s also how we support each other. Chip in; come through when needed; be a go-to person, reliable, some one others can count on. Someone your kids can count on.

What happens next? Kids feel that sense of continuity and security. They feel the stability, they feel safe. And when this is so, children thrive.

It’s all in the hand-off.

All Houses Shake

Let’s start this way, from the Book of Luke, Chapter 6.

“I will show you what someone is like who comes to me,
listens to my words, and acts on them.
That one is like a man building a house,
who dug deeply and laid the foundation on rock;
when the flood came, the river burst against that house
but could not shake it because it had been well built.
But the one who listens and does not act
is like a person who built a house on the ground
without a foundation.
When the river burst against it,
it collapsed at once and was completely destroyed.”

Here’s what I know. I’ve worked to keep my house on rock all my life. Overall. But there have definitely been times, plenty of times, when I’ve struggled; in my worst moments, ideals have gone out the door due to matters that proved to much for me in the moment.

This verse from the Book of Luke is one of my favorites. It calls us to strive for what we know is right, to heed the wise words we hear, to build our house on rock, to fortify against the inevitable dangers, struggles, floods of difficulty that come along in life.

We’re called to trust in the foundation we’ve laid, and do what we know is right and correct in each moment in those most difficult times. In this way, the high river waters of life’s most challenging moments will not sweep you away; your house will stand firm.

All houses shake. But in the flood, yours can, yours will, stand firm. Let it be so.

Fire In The Sky

It’s been quite a crazy year, this 2020.

We’ve got the Global COVID Pandemic, over 7,000 wild fires in the Western US so far, and sequester life and distance learning and so much wrapped up in between.

A weird year filled with uncertainty and many unsettling things.

Here in the San Francisco Bay Area where fires are burning on three sides it seems, the sky was gray, then later dark orange-red.

The kids were saying it was something like a movie maybe, living on Mars.


Looking out into the strange orange hue, I can’t help but think, “Carry On.” “Keep going. Do what you can. Stay connected. Don’t give up.”

Even as there is fire in the sky waiting to rain down, PERSEVERE.

Do what you have to do to adjust and protect yourself and your people. And don’t let up. PERSEVERE.

Through the pandemic and challenges at work and home, enduring fire from the sky, the orange red time of many unknowns, PERSEVERE.

Lyrics Post: “Everyday Glory”

You might be thinking, “RUSH must be this guy’s pandemic band…” not so.

In fact, this band has buoyed me for the better part of my life. Here’s another great lyric from a more recent tune by these guys, so true, seeking every day glory.


“In the house where nobody laughs

And nobody sleeps

In the house where love lies dying

And the shadows creep

A little girl hides shaking

With her hands on her ears

Pushing back the tears

‘Til the pain disappears

Mama says some ugly words

Daddy pounds the wall

They can fight about their little girl later

Right now they don’t care at all

No matter what they say…

No matter what they say…

No matter what they say…

No matter what they say…

Everyday people

Everyday shame

Everyday promise shot down in flames

Everyday sunrise

Another everyday story

Rise from the ashes and blaze

In everyday glory

In the city where nobody smiles

And nobody dreams

In the city where desperation

Drives the bored to extremes

Just one spark of decency

Against a starless night

One glow of hope and dignity

A child can follow the light

No matter what they say…

No matter what they say…

No matter what they say…

No matter what they say…

Everyday people

Everyday shame

Everyday promise shot down in flames

Everyday sunrise

Another everyday story

Rise from the ashes and blaze

In everyday glory

If the future’s looking dark

We’re the ones who have to shine

If there’s no one in control

We’re the ones who draw the line

Though we live in trying times

We’re the ones who have to try

Though we know that time has wings

We’re the ones who have to fly…”

Writer(s): Geddy Lee, Alex Lifeson, Neil Peart

Let It Be

Let it be, as it is, plain and simple wisdom, so easy and true. The path of least resistance presented to you.

So often we might try to turn things around, make them bend to our will, standing our ground.

For me I will say, that’s oft not the case, much better to go with the flow, no time to waste.

Especially with kids, at home or away, stay with them, tuned in. Pick and choose your battles. REALLY difficult sometimes – like just now, as our kids go through their final chatter of the night! – really difficult, but not worth blowing a gasket.

Often better to let it flow, let it go, and not force. Measured influence, plying without shouting, guiding, not demanding. Take this approach more often, you’ll be glad you did.

Let it be.

Little Did I Know

Little did I know the relevance and poignancy of this tweet from last year.

Almost exactly one year ago, how could it be so?

And yet here we are. 2020 had so many black marks: struggles at work, struggles at home, wildfires, untimely deaths, friends and family with cancer, and of course, a global pandemic.

So many things demanding we adjust, comply, modify, withstand, persevere. And that’s exactly the tact we must take: adjust, but don’t give up; compromise, accommodate, stand together, NEVER GIVE UP.

Resilience is what we are called to. Resilience is the mantra we must repeat. Hour upon hour, day after day.

Stay in. STAY IN.


When we look closely, what do we see? Colors, images, layers in sight, inside, outside, what’s actually there? What’s imagined?

When we consider things repeatedly, over and over again, what do we find? What deeper meaning? What better understanding? Or do we allow ourselves to get lost? Lost in thought, muddled, searching in vain…?

I’m biased for sure, as I find myself thinking endlessly. Often of late, it’s maybe to my detriment. I spend too much time in my head. Worries form clouds, dark, forbidding.

But sometimes, every so often…actually that’s not true…every time, eventually, I come out of the reflection better off. The worry somehow recedes. I can’t really explain it. I give it all up to God, that’s all, that’s the practice.

And so the reflections, at the end of the day, make it better. Make me better. Better off inside and out.

The reflections, they turn out ok. If I just give them time, give myself time, to reflect.