One of the great gifts of growing old is the clarity of our own limitedness, our limited strength, limited knowledge, limited understanding, limited living. Another great gift is gained wisdom as to how to overcome so much of our limitations. An example, economy of movement, self-preserving actions and amassing more efficient tools, riding mowers over push, leaf blowers over rakes, wheelbarrows over backs are all ways of overcoming our limited strength. This is wisdom in action. There is another great joy that I have found. It defies all the basic understanding of growing old, it is always increasing to the point of unlimitedness while so much of me is decreasing, limiting my realization of me as a person. It is eyes that see, ears that hear, and a heart that knows I am seeing and hearing. It defies the physical because in reality my physical eyes and ears are becoming more dim and dull and my heart often, (scarily so) allows me to feel its not altogether perfect presence. What then is this I am seeing, hearing, and feeling? It is the clearer and clearer sense of the wonder of all things and a heart that is able to be more and more grateful. It is a clarity that I never had in my younger years but one that is growing in such exponential ways to give me an honest sense of eternity—as if kindnesses of this magnitude could never be limited. Another gift, knowing that I am not generating this seeing, hearing, and feeling, it is a gift.
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| My attempt at making a tree branch if I had to be in charge of that. |
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