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Episode 3 - The Precious Gift of Time

October 07, 2020 Cody Kaufmann Season 1 Episode 3
Casual Palaver
Episode 3 - The Precious Gift of Time
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Casual Palaver
Episode 3 - The Precious Gift of Time
Oct 07, 2020 Season 1 Episode 3
Cody Kaufmann

On this episode of The Poetry Piper Podcast we talk about the precious gift of time and what we make of it.  We read and discuss a poem by Malcolm Guite from his new collection of poems called the Quarantine Quatrains. You can follow me on Instagram at poetrypiper. 

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On this episode of The Poetry Piper Podcast we talk about the precious gift of time and what we make of it.  We read and discuss a poem by Malcolm Guite from his new collection of poems called the Quarantine Quatrains. You can follow me on Instagram at poetrypiper. 

The Precious Gift of Time


Welcome back to the poetry piper podcast, I am Cody Kaufmann and thanks for listening.  I hope you are all having a great week and isn’t this just a wonderful time of year?  I love the season changes in general, I find the change exciting but summer to Autumn is especially nice.  Cooler weather and shorter days means a slower pace, more time being with family, more reading, more thinking.  Don’t get me wrong I do love the sunshine and working long days on the property but Autumn is always welcomed with open arms, and a larger glass of coffee.  Have you noticed too how the air smells different this time of year?  It smells like Autumn.  I can only assume that it is the stronger north wind and I was thinking maybe that’s why Canadians are so friendly... it must always smell great up there.  To all my Canadian listeners, I know there are at least a few of you, thanks for smell.  I want to tell you about a great new tobacco I tried recently. Cornell and Dihel just released their holiday blend and it’s called golden days of yore.  If you can imagine what it’s like to smoke Christmas then you can get a good idea of the joy in this blend.  It has notes of cinnamon and nutmeg with just a subtle hint of ginger and chocolate.  Like everything I’ve tried from Cornell and Dihel in an aromatic, it’s subtle, high quality and totally worth a try.  I follow them on you tube and they have a video that shows how they make the flavoring for golden days of yore and it wasn’t at all what I expected.  Their blender is in a small kitchen steeping all the spices and sugar in this very lovely and non mechanical way.  It may have been just a show for a good video but I’d like to think every batch they make is given this level of care and attention.  I would highly recommend you check out the video and grab you some golden days of yore.  


Thank you to everyone who gave me a follow on Instagram and shared with others, we hit the first follower goal I put out there so as promised next week the podcast will be covering an original poem and talking a little about comfort, you don’t want to miss it.  Keep sharing and let’s keep growing our little community.  


Don’t forget to rate me on your podcast app, leave a comment and tell all your friends!  Poetry and Pipes are always better shared.  I said last week that if you leave a comment and a rating on apple podcasts I’ll pick some out to read from time to time so here we go.  This kind and great word came from 


Thanks for those kind words and for supporting the show and if you want to make it on the air waves you know what to do.  


So for some further character development for this week, I am considering trying to make a pipe or two or three or more from scratch.  I chatted with some guys on Instagram who make some of the most incredible briar pipes I have ever seen and they gave me the source on the briar blanks and a push in the right direction.  I have made some knives in the past and done my share of woodworking so I don’t think making a custom pipe is something I can’t do but just need to work through the process.  I think I’m already too far gone mentally to turn back now and don’t tell my wife but I may or may not have already bought some briar blanks. So, if you are out there and know anything at all about pipe making, hit me up and give me some tips, or at least tell me what not to do.  


I also need to confess to you all that I play a lot of Chess, probably too much and it does at times get me in a little trouble.  So if you too are a chess player or just want to play me send me a message on Instagram and I’ll give you my chess.com profile.  If you beat me, I’ll give you a shout out on the podcast.  


Now for our poem discussion for the week.  I teased you all a couple weeks ago on Instagram with a book of poetry by Malcolm Guite saying I was going to read you a poem from it and this is me making due on that promise.  Every other week won’t have a Guite poem but he has been such an inspiration to me and really to this podcast that I feel I owe it to him (as strange as that my be) to get this rolling under his wing.  Also, he is a lovely man and a fabulous poet worthy of your time for sure.  He’s the kind of person you’d desperately love to have as a friend and in fact, though I have never met him. I feel in many ways that through poetry and our mutual affection for Christ there is a kinship.  Likely not in this life, but certainly in the next I will share a pipe, a pint, and a poem with Dr. Guite.  


The poem I am going to read to you this week is from a new book of his called the quarantine quatrains A new rubaiyat.  It is a collection of 7 poems taken from the inspiration and theme of the original rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam but with a modern quarantine twist.  He did this collection as a charity for the nurses and care workers affected by the virus.  There was only 600 printed and I was lucky enough to grab one... in fact I got number 585 so I guess i just made it.  It also has beautiful illustrations for each poem by roger Wagner.  So the poem I want to read and talk about from this collection is the first poem in the book which centers around time and I guess what we make with it.  


Like most people I think, when all this pandemic stuff started breaking in March our first reaction was one of fear and panic.  The lives and routines we had grown accustomed to had suddenly been turned upside down.  We were stocking our pantries, planning for the worst case sceneries, even assuming maybe this is how it all ends.  As the reality of the situation set in We all began to notice that this new routine had its benefits.  Nearly everyone I talked to expressed similar stories of life before and after all this started.  Before it was running like crazy, baseball games with kids every weekend, traveling for dance competitions, work was busy, Life was busy,  After, weekends were free, there were movie nights with the family under bed sheet forts, they picked up reading again since they had extra time. You couldn’t find seeds online which I can only assuming means more people took to gardening.  Parents began to educate their kids at home and realized it isn’t as overwhelming as once thought.  Priorities shifted from work, income and activities to hobbies, passions, and family.  Don’t hear me say that this whole situation has been a good thing, I know many who have lost their job, lost their business, or took a dramatic cut in income.  We have had family stuck in hospitals and nursing homes alone and have seen the death of loved ones as a result of this so don’t hear me say this is a good thing.  If I could go back to February and have this never happen I would in a second without a moments thought but here we are and we can’t change it.  What we can do is make the most of the precious gift of time that we have been given.   Learn from this shift in priorities, cherish every moment.  Here is the poem and then I’ll have some closing thoughts. 


Awake to what was once a busy day

When you would rush and hurry on your way

Snatch at your breakfast, start the grim commute

But time and tide have turned another way.

2

For now, like you, the day is yawning wide

And all its old events are set aside

It opens gently for you, takes its time

And holds for you -whatever you decide.

3

This morning’s light is brighter than it seems

Your room is raftered with its golden beams

The bowl of night was richly filled with sleep

And dawn’s left hand is holding all your dreams

4

Your mantle clock still sounds its silver chime

The empty page invites an idle rhyme

This quarantine has taken many things

But left you with the precious gift of time

5

Your time is all your own – yet not your own

The rose may open, or be overblown

So breathe in this day’s fragrance whilst you may

To each of us the date of death’s unknown.

6

Then settle at your desk, uncap your pen

And open the old manuscript again

The empty hours may tease you out of thought

Yet leave you with a poem now and then


Embrace each day for what it brings,  use this new pace of life, this rest as it were to do all that which you have been putting off.  Hold on tightly to that newly found space in your schedule and as things begin to return to their previous state don’t go back to the way it was, not completely.  Fight the urge to jump back into the fray.  Consider what’s eternally important, what really matters because as the poem taught us 


Your time is all your own – yet not your own

The rose may open, or be overblown

So breathe in this day’s fragrance whilst you may

To each of us the date of death’s unknown.


Life is so uncertain, so unpredictable and so short.  Breathe in this days fragrance whilst you may and don’t forget. Read a poem, smoke a pipe and hug the ones you love.  


Don’t forget to subscribe to the podcast, rate and leave a comment in the apple podcast app, and go follow me on Instagram at poetrypiper.  God bless you all and talk to you next week.