So often I swear you have a camera set up with the ability to spy into the quiet places of my soul that I dare not speak out loud!
Even as I’ve always believed aging is an honour I
have found myself struggling lately standing in front of the mirror watching the shifts my 40s are making to this body that carries my soul around. I’ve had whispers of fear that the best parts of my life, the moments I dreamed about making come true, live in memories and photo albums now and may be mostly in the rearview. I sometimes feel like I’m fading away. I love so very much the focus on a lighter load and rising that you paint here. Slowly releasing the heavy things and then being free. Instead of focusing on laugh lines and the “northern lights” that have started to paint my hair I’m going to focus on joy and on releasing the heavy and rising and when I do I will remember these words. Thank you, as always!
You wrote/said: “Be young in your soul”. I think it is exactly that. And with that sage wisdom and any other you may have picked up along the way, continue to move forward, embracing who you are now and will be.
This piece is a treasure. I can't imagine a better metaphor, a better visual of aging...Rising. To know that we will only rise the more we age is a beautiful and hopeful way to look at life. A refreshing change in perspective. I will carry this reminder with me. Thank you thank you.
Ahh! I really do love this one….. I definitely see me aging but more importantly I see the scars, wrinkles and lines as a road map of my life, many of them sparking memories of moments I can relive over and over,,,, the best part is with aging comes a wisdom only each of us can realize personally…… I have always loved my life and all it’s adventures and all it’s gifts, my family being the first on the list, ONWARD I say!!!
I have come to appreciate aging as a process of refinement...letting go of what doesn't serve, treasuring what feels precious, allowing what wants to manifest, surrendering what's beyond my control. All of which is to say, this refinement is a gift and I would not trade it for anything. 💫
Mate. We nearly fell out. I totally started yelling "A GIFT", but you got there. And, you had me at my beloved Hot Air Balloons In Turkish.
Each day is a gift. Nothing is guaranteed. And, it is arrogant & unbecoming to not tread lightly because we have inherited this earth from our children.
Children who need to be taught well. And, if you can't walk the talk & roll up your sleeves? You're telling on yourself. And, I believe you.
Rising. Letting go of the weight. Ever higher and higher.
I am currently focused of the flow of life. Like a river. Water flowing over and around the rocks and stopping at dams ... until the water finds it's way through. And water always finds it's way through.
But, I like your vision of the balloons. The lightness of the air instead of the heaviness of water. Rising is a different kind of flow. And the letting go to climb ever higher. It's a sweetness, and I have no more words.
So often I swear you have a camera set up with the ability to spy into the quiet places of my soul that I dare not speak out loud!
Even as I’ve always believed aging is an honour I
have found myself struggling lately standing in front of the mirror watching the shifts my 40s are making to this body that carries my soul around. I’ve had whispers of fear that the best parts of my life, the moments I dreamed about making come true, live in memories and photo albums now and may be mostly in the rearview. I sometimes feel like I’m fading away. I love so very much the focus on a lighter load and rising that you paint here. Slowly releasing the heavy things and then being free. Instead of focusing on laugh lines and the “northern lights” that have started to paint my hair I’m going to focus on joy and on releasing the heavy and rising and when I do I will remember these words. Thank you, as always!
Tears fill my eyes at the beauty of your words
You wrote/said: “Be young in your soul”. I think it is exactly that. And with that sage wisdom and any other you may have picked up along the way, continue to move forward, embracing who you are now and will be.
This piece is a treasure. I can't imagine a better metaphor, a better visual of aging...Rising. To know that we will only rise the more we age is a beautiful and hopeful way to look at life. A refreshing change in perspective. I will carry this reminder with me. Thank you thank you.
What beautiful imagery! I felt lighter just reading this :)
Ahh! I really do love this one….. I definitely see me aging but more importantly I see the scars, wrinkles and lines as a road map of my life, many of them sparking memories of moments I can relive over and over,,,, the best part is with aging comes a wisdom only each of us can realize personally…… I have always loved my life and all it’s adventures and all it’s gifts, my family being the first on the list, ONWARD I say!!!
& upward :)
I have come to appreciate aging as a process of refinement...letting go of what doesn't serve, treasuring what feels precious, allowing what wants to manifest, surrendering what's beyond my control. All of which is to say, this refinement is a gift and I would not trade it for anything. 💫
Mate. We nearly fell out. I totally started yelling "A GIFT", but you got there. And, you had me at my beloved Hot Air Balloons In Turkish.
Each day is a gift. Nothing is guaranteed. And, it is arrogant & unbecoming to not tread lightly because we have inherited this earth from our children.
Children who need to be taught well. And, if you can't walk the talk & roll up your sleeves? You're telling on yourself. And, I believe you.
What a gift.
Rising. Letting go of the weight. Ever higher and higher.
I am currently focused of the flow of life. Like a river. Water flowing over and around the rocks and stopping at dams ... until the water finds it's way through. And water always finds it's way through.
But, I like your vision of the balloons. The lightness of the air instead of the heaviness of water. Rising is a different kind of flow. And the letting go to climb ever higher. It's a sweetness, and I have no more words.