Each year that I get older, I’m finding it harder to be heard or be understood. Surely “With age comes wisdom” should start becoming applicable to me? Or did I misunderstand the meaning of this cliche, proving I’m none-the-wiser, maybe the wisdom is not needing to be understood?
If that be the case, I have invented my own language and maybe I’m trying too hard to teach everyone around me to speak it. I’m not yet desperate enough to have others fluent in it, because to tell the truth, it’s kind of nice in my world and I kind of like being in it alone. But I can’t help thinking that I don’t end up one day lonely in it.
For a while there has been a stirring feeling within me, with an emotion attached, one of pure elation, like the kind you feel when you are going on holiday. That pure joy where your stomach has butterflies and performing cartwheels. Continue reading
“People sometimes need to back track upstream to see where life’s meandering tributaries flowed away from the original headwaters of their certainty, wisdom, instinct, and inner knowing” Continue reading