it’s true. my life is no longer filled with the demands of a job, the endless appointments and commitments.
life is no longer filled the worry of impressing others, the angst of wondering who i am and what i’m doing with my life.
it’s true. i have time and space, now, to be. i have surrendered doing for being.
what does that mean, really? i was not taught how to be, only how to do and accomplish. i was not raised in a mythical, spiritual household. in fact, quite the opposite. and yet, somehow, i learned to be. over decades of time and space, i learned to be. i learned that this moment, and this moment, are truly all i have.
all my material possessions are transitory, the odds and ends of the work and efforts of the past. many are precious to me, and i know they will all eventually decay, find their way to a charity shop, end up in a landfill or on a friend’s mantlepiece until she too dies. some of my mother’s jewellery may be gifted on for a few more generations, but little else will survive the passing of time.
time, in all its power, cannot take this moment from me. nor is there a place for it in a landfill. it can only be experienced in the richness of the internal state of being.
in the state of now there is space for every experience to be truly felt and integrated. each experience creates a new bit of life wisdom that can be shared, passed on, given away. it can survive the passage of time and, for all its spaciousness, experience has a sense of solidity, of embodiment.
this internal richness is the source of the spirit of eldering. this is the gift of decades of learning, of transforming, and of loving life…moment by moment, experience by experience, breath by breath. this internal richness is the fruit of our life’s labours. it is this golden treasure that allows the connection with Spirit.