You are in a tropical jungle.
There are monkeys hoo-hoo-hoo-ha-ha-ha all around you.
You are sipping fresh coconut water from coconut shells that literally fell down by your feet.
Sweat is dripping down your neck and in your striped bikini and you are cursing at the tropical humidity that for some reason your body hasn't gotten used to yet.
And then you notice something sort of miraculous...:
Time is standing still. You have no clue what time it is, what day it is, how long you've been standing at that particular spot, and you don't really care.
Congratulations! You've entered JUNGLE TIME.
Or you are in an island, watching the waves come up on the shore, making their unapologetic splashes.
You dig your feet in the sand, feel its glassy textures. It tickles you a bit but your like that sensation. You always have. The sun is bright and smiling above you, as you listen to your favorite song on your ipod, or you read a book about travel you only read when you travel, and you look aside to your sweetheart and sport a smile her way.
Then you notice you forgot if it is morning or afternoon, and you have lived in cities way too long to tell what time it is by looking at the location of the sun.
You realize: You've entered ISLAND TIME.
Or say, you are in a desert, far from your home.
You've been here for a while, and the dust of the scenery around you shows in the complexion of your skin. You are listening in to the sounds around you, you think to yourself 'There sure is life in the desert'.
That elbow of yours got caught in that prickly cactus by your airbnb, so you rub some aloe-vera gel, fresh, of course, right on the wound, and rub some on your burned complexion while you are at it.
You are sitting by a campfire, and the smell of smoke is moody, peaceful, oddly comforting...you tell yourself you should come out here more often.
You look up above you and notice the stars glistening down. You realize it is night time because how else would they appear like that?
But you have no clue what time it is: You've entered DESERT TIME.
Or how about... you are sitting at your home.
You are staring outside the window, a child and his mom, with masks on, ride by on their bikes. You are tempted to wave but you know they won't see you from a distance. And then you read your book, the one you finally got to read after so many years of wanting to but never finding the time. And then you watch some news and tear up a bit. And you take that webinar you've been excited to take for a while. And then you scroll down Netflix and go down that rabbit hole, or the one of youtube, or instagram, or facebook, or tick tock. Or maybe even you make an appearance to you old beloved Pinterest page. Then, you open a puzzle that was finally delivered to you. And you play some music. And you dance to yourself. And you cook a lavish meal for yourself, in your solitude, and in your sweat pants. Or you order in and stuff yourself with chips, and more chips, and popcorn, and chocolate. The pricey dark chocolate you got at Whole Foods. And you talk to a friend, or two, maybe even three that day. And family checks in on you, and you are happy for a moment. And then at night you are sad, and feeling so unbelievably alone. So you pick up a pen and paper, and begin writing to yourself. You read somewhere that 'journaling at this time is a good idea'. So you begin. But then you realize: you don't know what day it is. You don't even know what month it is. And you have no idea what time it is.
Congratulations! You've entered QUARANTINE TIME.
Be it jungle time, or island time, or desert time or our newfound quarantine time... the time warp is that feeling when time stand still, but also feels expansive.
It's usually tied in to having to just be present, in the moment.
The time warp can be disorienting, especially when it is at home, where we are used to being always busy, with a tight schedule, and loads of plans and not enough time to do the simple act of just BEING.
Today I've entered a TIME WARP.
I may fall out of it tomorrow, but for now, I intend to enjoy it.
In April 2020, while experiencing her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling.
Header Art: Daniel Landerman