The universe is always speaking and I’m always listening – sort of.
That “sort of” is probably why things come from every direction. It’s not that I don’t pay attention, because I really do. It’s that I don’t want to pay attention to some things!
To acknowledge them is to give them a reality and a power I don’t want to.
Autumn is my favorite time of the year. There is something clean and fresh and exquisitely beautiful about fall to me. Back to school time, new shoes, new clothes, new books, relief from the heat and oppression of late summer, I always feel my best at this time of year.
And yet Autumn heralds winter in ways I rage against. I don’t want to admit to the cataracts that are now forming in my eyes and the teeth, which are beginning to yield to the pressure of sixty odd years of work.
My heart is as young as ever…well, actually it’s not, but my spirit is. I think my spirit may be even be stronger as I walk ever closer to that wintertime only the luckiest ever experience.
But my friends and my world remind me with poetry and thoughts what my body tells me too. Time is moving inexorably onward and what I do with it is important…to me if to no one else.
I found myself singing a song, which once was almost a mantra in my life, while showering this morning.
“Seek ye first the kingdom of God and it’s righteousness. Seek and the rest shall be given until you.”
The seekers in this world stay young, because in relation to time and the universe we are young.
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