“The tragedy of old age is not that one is old, but that one is young.”
“Children’s talent to endure stems from their ignorance of the alternatives.”
“To weep is to make less the depth of grief.”
All three above quotes speak to me this morning. I gasped a bit in recognition as I read, “To weep is to make less the depth of grief.” For me that means that when I cry, the tears begin to heal my soul and often times I am not ready to yet be healed. It is not time to let go of the pain and the clarity and the depth of the sorrow. I want to keep my tears for later when I am ready to let go and shift into another feeling place.
Oscar Wilde often hits the centre of the wound and once again I find that to be true with his words:” …..tragedy of age ……..that one is still young.” So true, so true. How many times do I, as I enter my 8th decade, still say, but I am too young for this pain/sorrow/loss/lesson!! Again and again the pain of childhood pops up to render us feeling helpless, hopeless, despairing, alone, bereft. The blessing of aging is that we remember to have compassion for our precious, sacred selves.
My message this morning is be kind to yourself. Whatever you are feeling has purpose and meaning. Honour your tender sensitive self, learn from what you feel and know and are remembering, and when you are ready you will move on to a new and different and more tolerable feeling place.
- I am grateful for the wisdom of my age.
- I am grateful I learn more and more every day.
- I am grateful I have been intentional about healing and growing and learning.
- I am grateful I may have found a community of like minded people.
- I am grateful for anyone who might find what I have to say useful.
Love and in joy of a summer Sunday, Nancy