Becoming Oldly New

Having considered “becoming old” I have discovered there is something about becoming new in the act of becoming old.  I don’t mean I am becoming younger but I am being made new.  I am becoming more aware of what it means to be alive and growing much more grateful for the moments of life that I have been given.  All that is outside of my being seems to be profoundly more meaningful as I grow more aged.  It seems that I have begun to more fully realize rain, sunshine, love and all the small things that make up the sincerity of creation.  It produces gratefulness in me and that seems to nourish a continuation of the joyful awareness of the consciousness of existence.  It is like I am becoming more and the more is best described as giftedly new. 

Another way to look at this is as a youth I was most concerned with how I looked and as an old person I am most enamored by how the world looks around me.  Not only its physical characteristics but its spiritual, psychological, philosophical and emotional nature as well.  All things seem to grow meaningful as I grow older and that is a newness that is very different than being young.  It does, in a very great sense, create something of youthfulness to my being.  This may be a small key to the making of art.  Artists may be born more sensitive to the beauty that is around them, or more able to sense the profoundness of existence in all forms.  So in some mysterious way as I grow older I am growing newer and this newness must culminate in something because I am so aware of its power that if I were to live for say, several hundred years, I would be unable to contain the knowing of it in the current body I now inhabit.  I will truly have to have eternity or something akin to it in order for me to be fully realized in this evolving newness.