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Whatever Age You Are, You Are Also All Your Other Ages
Life has a way of delivering beautiful messages when you are ready to hear them. When your soul is open for nourishment. When you are parched and in need of water. I was listening to a podcast on my morning commute, clinging to every word, in hopes that something in it will give me hope for getting out of my 9–5 job. This particular morning I was listening to Greg McKeown’s “Essentialism” podcast and he quotes a line from a poem his daughter read at school,
“Whatever age you are, you are also all of your other ages.”
Hmmm.
He compares this to the rings on a tree. The tree grows and the rings grow with it. The inner rings are surrounded by outer rings and they are continuously surrounded until the tree reaches full growth. And so within us are all the ages that became before this one. In that concept is understanding of who we are, what drives us, limits us, and needs dealt with.
Of Who We Are
Within me is a timid seven year old girl who missed her bus. She doesn’t want anyone to know she made a mistake and doesn’t want to bother her mom. It’s the day her new brother is coming home. So she walks an hour or so through the Chicago suburbs she lives in hoping she will stumble upon her green apartment building. Just as the last group of friends…
