I have to say that being in my 60’s feels like another coming of age experience. Oh, I know there’s lots of aches and pains. Things I can no longer do, but something within is changing on a deeper level. The term coming of age is often used as we go from the teen years into adulthood. But what do we really know at that age. It’s really only the beginning of experiencing life. What it has to teach us. Who we want to be. What we want to do. I remember when I turned 40 feeling like it was another coming of age experience. It was the beginning of truly getting to know, accept and like myself for who I was. I road into my 50’s with a little more confidence and understanding that it isn’t all about me, but about who I am in connection to something much bigger then myself, my religion and my calling. Now that I’ve been in my 60’s I feel lighter in many ways definitely freer. I sense this new coming of age is melding me together both body, mind and soul. This longing I have to simple “be” …it’s my soul calling to me.
I think as we journey through life we come to the end of each path wondering how am I going to get from here to there? Sometimes the next journey requires us to walk through valleys or up steep mountains, maybe even across paths of hot coals, or over wobbly bridges, and what about the ones that are paved in stones across the sky. Will, freedom, choice, trust and faith come into play surrounding me, and ego steps into view with its limited human perspective announcing that there is no way on earth to get from here to there. All the while the spirit within waits and watches patiently until will, freedom, choice, trust and faith can finally see past ego and into the depth of their purpose.
We walk through a period of our life being host of our soul. Showing it all there is to be seen through our eyes, senses and emotions much like a tour guide on a trip. But eventually the spirit within the soul becomes bored and tired of seeing the same thing as we circle round the Ring of Kerry over and again. We are at the point of our crossroad and it’s time for the ego to get out of the drivers set and let the spirit take the wheel. The spirit doesn’t’ need the maps or GPS to get us to the next path in life. It tells us now to sit back and enjoy the ride, choice is our ticket, trust is all we can take, will is what pushes us on the bus, and faith is what gives us the courage to take the first step, freedom is the weightlessness we feel as we let go of all the things that hold us back from moving on. As we travel once again around the Ring of Kerry on our way to the next destination we see as if for the first time because now it’s through the eyes of God.
In dormancy of winter we are like the seed have a time for deep thought and contemplation as we await a new awakening that comes in the spring of our life. We encapsulate all that we’ve learned and gained throughout our lifetime thus far. There is a sense of comfort staying safe within the bounders of our shell, but the spirit within longs to be free to experience more, and grow into the beautiful creation it was created to be.
In the process of new awakening we tend to forget where we’ve been and what we’ve learned thus far. Where we are heading becomes our focus and our senses go into high gear as we begin our journey toward new growth. We drink in the waters and feed off of the earth, and begin to feel an inner warmth that connects material life with the spiritual, pulling us instinctively upward. When we finally burst through the earth and the sun kisses our cheeks we know that which we were seeking was seeking us as well all along. It is in the spring of my new life I feel that warmth of love surround me, I in It, and It in me. Oh, if only I could remain in the warmth of light all the days of my life, but there’s much more life to see, lessons to learn, and growing to do along my journey as the spring of life begins anew…right here where I stand…right now.
“I’ll be home for Christmas”
You know this familiar song at Christmas time. It congers up all the wonderful comforting feelings that come with retuning “home” again. I don’t know about you, but one of my favorite things about going away on vacations is at the end when I walk through my front door. “Home!” ET pointed up toward the sky as he longed to find a way back to his planet. “I’ll be home for Christmas” those five words keep playing in my head, but with a different slant upon its meaning. It’s more of a coming back to that from which I’ve come in the spiritual sense.
Symbolically we all eventual leave home like the prodigal son wanting to explore and experience life for ourselves. There is a pull toward “something” unknown, and our need to find out what it is drives us. So we set out on our journey, getting lost along the way many times. Like the prodigal son ,we begin to wonder aimlessly until that longing for “something” leads us back to that from which we came, “home.” But like ET, our desperate need to find a way home looks impossibly. If we listen we can hear those five words playing in our head pointing the way that we long to go, “I’ll be home for Christmas. For it is in coming home for Christmas that we are reminded of why Jesus was born. He came to show us the way back home to where we belong. We all must come to that point when we long to come home once again for Christmas. Upon our return ,we realize what we’d been searching for all along was right here where we left it. What we realize at the time of our return is how necessary the journey away was. For it is only in the leaving that we learn what we had all along, and it is in the retuning that the meaning of “coming home for Christmas” is truly understood.
To find the joy in our journey can be like looking at a picture puzzle where you try to find the objects that are hidden within. We have to look beyond the past. Beyond that which clouds our view and sense of direction. Beyond what we think our future holds. Our journey begins right where we are standing, and the light allows us to see all the hidden joy within.
“I have learned silence from the talkative, toleration from the intolerant and kindness from the unkind; yet, strange, I am ungrateful to those teachers.” -Khalil Gibran
This quote in my daily reading made me laugh out loud. Now I’m the kind of person who is always trying to look beneath the irritating things that people do. I always look for something good in others, giving them the benefit of the doubt. But “dog-gone-it!” It’s not easy! What have we really learned but that we don’t want to be like them, and we’re left with the irritating residue they leave behind.
Now what if we thought of it this way? If earth is our school, and life is our lesson, maybe the people we encounter along our life’s journey are actually angels on assignment sent to assist us toward our best selves yet to be. See now, that’s more like my way of thinking. So the irritating people would actually be angels in disguise sent to teach me what I need to know. Wow, if I knew they were specially sent from God to teach me what I need to know, that would shed a whole other light on how I saw them. Of course being human, I would shiver upon their departure, that’s for sure. Partly because I’d know how special they were, but also to shake off all the unwanted irritating residue they left behind. A letting go, you could say. That’s when the clarity of the lesson would set in. Now with all that junk out of the way how could I not see the wisdom of the lesson, and feel the gratitude it would create in me. I’d be that much closer to the best yet to come.
I’m thinking about the Wizard of Oz again. How the Scarecrow, Tin Man, Lion and Dorothy all wanted something they thought they didn’t have. I remember feeling that way as a kid. As if when I was being created by God. He forgot to give me something that everyone else seemed to have. I’d picture myself of the conveyer belt in the factory of heaven. The only way that I could have slipped past God was because someone else who had a very important prayer request that needed answered. As He turned away in that moment, I rolled out of the chute with all the other souls. How would He ever recognize me when He never laid eyes on me?
I came to understand later that God doesn’t make mistakes. How can He? He’s perfect, all-knowing, and all encompassing, right? I believe that! At the end of the Wizard of Oz all four character’s realized as I did that everything we need has been right inside us all along. Their lack of knowing, as mine, was part of our journey because sometimes to truly understand what it means to have; we have to know what it feels like to think we don’t have it.
Once I came to the end of that road, a whole new world opened up for me. As I stepped across this threshold of knowing onto my new path, it became an adventure of self-discovery. I had never been alone in my walk, but now I felt the connection of God in a way I’d never recognized before. Sometimes it still feels as scary as the paths along the yellow brick road. That’s always my indication that my plug has been disconnect from my source of life. There’s not been many duel moments since then. Lots of ups and downs, but with each new adventure I’ve learned many wonderful things about who I am and how I’ve been created. Coming into my true self only remains clear when I return to the connection that makes me “Whole.”