growing is no easy not matter how long we’ve lived
Growing is no piece of cake no matter how tall we are or how long we’ve lived. We progress, we fall back, we start all over again, ferblungeoning forward into our future even while kicking and screaming. The universe commands expanding, and we obey, improvising every step of the way.
The side of the bookshelf at the door of my studio records the vicissitudes and ambivalence of growth in blurry No. 2 pencil. Four years of measurements meticulously cataloged the height of a small visitor, Roxy, now eight. Suddenly, last summer, when we measured it appeared as if she’d become shorter from February to October. In a fit of disbelief and frustration, she erased her carefully annotated entries up to that point, burst into tears, and wrote:I shrank.
I know that shrinking feeling all too well. Just when you think you’ve got it together, your life makes a beeline for the toilet. Plans dissolve, goals fade into impossiblity, friends and lovers go their separate ways, creativity falters, and you’re beached, shrunk to a lowly worm, writhing around fecklessly, squirming towards an unknowable, unfathomable, and undoubtedly grim future.
And then…
susan dworski
A knock at the gate, a friend with a book, a purring cat, a surprise email requesting one’s presence, a tulip blooms, and we gather courage, center ourselves, and start anew.
In much of her work poet Kay Ryan pokes at the borders and transitions where growth occurs, places where we stammer and stumble, taking two steps forward and one step back, trying to understand what the heck it’s all about. One favorite is Odd Blocks:
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5 replies on “growing is no easy not matter how long we’ve lived”
I was always the tallest in my class. You can spot me in the back row in all the school pictures. Awkward, towering over the boys, wishing that I could be short like Trudy Williams or Judy Saunders. Now, at age 69, I’ve lost two inches. Shrunk. And how I long for those two inches…But I will gather courage, center myself, and start anew.” Anew in this case means appreciating the view from this height.
Anew in this case means appreciating the view from this height. GREAT! Thank you!
Wonderful, insightful story. Thank you.
One of the great antidotes to aging is remembering – and giving thanks – that we can still appreciate the view.
I wonder why the need for ‘antidotes to ageing’!
It is exactly what we are all meant to do. Like blessed clockwork.
Sometimes blessed, sometimes not so blessed.
Life, eh?
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Antidotes? No. But strategies and mindsets, definitely, to our way of thinking. Ageing is about serious change and can be challenging.
I was always the tallest in my class. You can spot me in the back row in all the school pictures. Awkward, towering over the boys, wishing that I could be short like Trudy Williams or Judy Saunders. Now, at age 69, I’ve lost two inches. Shrunk. And how I long for those two inches…But I will gather courage, center myself, and start anew.” Anew in this case means appreciating the view from this height.
Anew in this case means appreciating the view from this height. GREAT! Thank you!
Wonderful, insightful story. Thank you.
One of the great antidotes to aging is remembering – and giving thanks – that we can still appreciate the view.
I wonder why the need for ‘antidotes to ageing’!
It is exactly what we are all meant to do. Like blessed clockwork.
Sometimes blessed, sometimes not so blessed.
Life, eh?
.
.
.
Antidotes? No. But strategies and mindsets, definitely, to our way of thinking. Ageing is about serious change and can be challenging.