In my young 60s, I’m finding that there is a different way of being that has come to get me.
It’s a bit confusing. But perhaps quite natural.
The 20s are so much about being formed — school and jobs and income. Early family. In all, I was rewarded for my tenacity.
The 30s and 40s are so much about discovering craft and contribution — finding place, promotion. Growing in gift.
The 50s, well this is often a honing time — a dance between what has been consistently important in our earlier times, with what is now changing and stripping away from clutter.
My 60s, I’m finding, have come to get me with not just a frivolous way of wander, but rather, with an imperative. And often leading with joy.
All of that leads me to this mornings poem.
I wander.
This is what I do.
It is what I prefer.
I like moving,
my mind and my heart particularly,
with fluidity.
I like feeling guided
aaa by water and by river banks.
It hasn’t always been this way.
I’ve also loved commitment to one task,
and tenacity pushed to get things done.
But these days, in my young 60s,
there is new meaning, purpose,
and calling.
I so much love and need to flow.
aaa To choose wander as the way I live and contribute.
