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You can’t speed up or slow down time. It just carries moving regardless, relentlessly pressing on…and on…and on…
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I have just spent a blissful night with the beautiful Cassie Bassett nee Holliday and her lovely family. I recall performing in a show with Cassie’s Mum, Shelagh Holliday. One Sunday the cast was invited around to Shelagh’s house for a beautiful lunch. It was there that I met Cassie. She was in her final year of school. What totally captivated me about Cass that day was that

she was trundling around their massive garden in this small red car. We were eating outside. Cass would drive to us all under the trees in the car. “Mum has sent out these snacks for all of you. She’s just adding some broad beans to the salad.” She would pass us this delicious array of treats and then she and the little red car would trundle off back to the house once more.
I am so glad I remember that first meeting.

Roseanne, Cassie’s eldest daughter is now sixteen. A year younger than Cassie was when first we met! How can time move so fast? TICK…TOCK…TICK…
I remember as a child going to bed the night before my birthday, a bundle of excitement. I could not wait for my birthday morning to arrive! The whole family would come into my bedroom, singing Happy Birthday, carrying a mass of presents. Why did that night simply rolled ponderously on and on? Why did it take such a long time? I would switch on my light and glare at my watch which revealed that only twenty-two minutes had passed since the last time I had looked at that dratted dial. Why did time move so SLOWLY?
After my accident, I would get so frustrated at the slowness of time. I would battle with my therapy, day after day. I would long for time to move on. I wanted my face to return back to normal. I wanted to be able to walk better. I wanted more control over my spasticity. I didn’t like being where I was. I wanted time to move on. And quickly!
TICK…TOCK…TICK… I remember when my Mother turning fifty, thinking to myself: ‘Whew, fifty is soooo old.’ In July I turn fifty-three. How dare time move so fast! Why is it that the older one gets the faster time seems to vanish? It disappears down a long, deep hole and try as you might, you can never stop it going. You can never get it back. I get so furious with the pace of time. I see people getting older. I know that soon they will leave this earth. I don’t like that. I don’t want people I love to disappear from my life. I want everyone to remain in their place. I now want my world to stand still. But in this Life of ours change is inevitable! Time moves on.
I believe that the only thing to do is to live each day fully. To smile more and make others smile. To be aware of and make the most of all of our senses. To greet each day with an openness and optimism. After all, it is through time passing that wondrous things can occur. An ugly, hairy caterpillar can be transformed into a light, incandescent butterfly!
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