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I have a date on Thursday!

With Betty and Martin.

We’re meeting for afternoon wine.

And what a damn fine idea that is!  According to Martin, we could meet for coffee, but why would we?  When there is so much fine wine to enjoy… We might all look back with longing upon the lost innocence of our youth, but the wisdom of age certainly has its compensations.

Betty and Martin blew me away today.

A moment of such sweet simplicity but one which landed like a punch to the soul.

Betty told me that the life she has lived is a life she has loved.  Very simple.  Betty has loved her life.

She loves Martin, and always has.  Martin chimes in at that point with a smile and a wink, ‘Well why wouldn’t she..?’ He prides himself on his supreme modesty.  Betty laughs an open and honest laugh and then looks at me as if to say, ‘You see… he’s right!  Why wouldn’t I!’

Betty loved her job high in the skies working for British Airways.  She has children and she loves them, their partners and the grandchildren they have blessed her with. She loves where she lives.  She loves who she is.  She loves the things they do together.  She loves the changing of the seasons.  She loves going out for lunch.  She loves nice wine.  She loves.  He smiles.  It’s clear to see that he loves too.

Martin fills in some blanks.  We’ve had our share of the ups and downs of life.  Financial worries. Health worries.  Family worries.  But we remind ourselves every day how lucky we are.  We chose to love our lives.

It’s brutal in its simplicity, really.

So now I have a new ambition.  When the Circle of Life turns, as it will, I want to be able to sit down, someday, somewhere and take a younger soul under my wing and say, ‘I have loved my life’

And I shall continue to take all the required steps in all the right directions to be able to do so.

 

 

 

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Day 303 - More Butterflies.

Again I’m drawn to wonder about the butterfly. And the caterpillar.
I wondered before whether the caterpillar knows it will become a butterfly and I hoped that in some way it does.
And then I wondered about the butterfly. Does she know she is beautiful. If all she can see is ahead of her, does she know she has transformed into a creature of such beauty and wonder?
Now I am forced to wonder about that metamorphosis. That very personal, very introspective process of change. Change so complete and consuming that it severs the bonds that tied you to those around you.
Where you were once a caterpillar and the same as all your caterpillar friends, suddenly, or over time, you evolve, and change and point yourself in a new direction. As a butterfly you have wings and opportunities and needs that are so different to those of the caterpillar.
So what of those friendships?
Those connections…
Does the caterpillar rejoice for the butterfly or resent the change and the accompanying loss?
Can the butterfly retain those links to the past she has evolved from?
Should she?
If it is our purpose in life to evolve, to grow, to learn and move on to more growing and learning then once the lesson is learned should we only look ahead. Not back. Is this why the butterfly cannot see her own wings?
To look back is to open ourselves anew to the pain of old learning. The pain of previous growth. The pain of prior evolution.
Maybe leaving our caterpillar friends behind is a necessary pain.
Maybe losing our caterpillar friends to butterflydom is part of our own journey to growth.

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