Posts Tagged ‘age

21
Nov
18

He had…

“When old people speak it is not because of the sweetness of words in our mouths; it is because we see something which you do not see.”  Chinua Achebe

He was an older gent named Nick. He tended his bees, hens and garden. I was envious of his energy, his positivity. He lived alone, but had family that busily went about building their lives. He had a gentle smile, an easy going view on life and day to day existence. I enjoyed my times with him or waving at him as I drove by. All past tense now…

 

 

15
Nov
18

Aging…

“By the time you’re eighty years old you’ve learned everything. You only have to remember it.” George Burns (1896-1996)

old dock-missing pieces-SwittersB

21
Sep
18

Fleeting beauty…

‘The years teach much which the days never knew.’ Ralph Waldo Emerson

Mr. Lincoln, red rose in Portland, Oregon
03
Jul
17

aging beauty…

“Aging reminds you of your ungratefulness of yesterday.” Benjamin Tolosa

27
Dec
15

hospital window…

from a hospital room and waiting….and all that goes with those moments of contemplating, replaying, rewinding, once again, looking out the window at the blustery sky, as blustery as the heart of late. Someone’s life, one’s own life in summation.

Brooding sky-clouds-hospital-SwittersB-3

22
Nov
15

old skin…

O murmuring heart! thy pleasures may decay,
Thy faith grow cold, thy golden dreams take wing;
Still in the realm of faded youth and joy,
Heaven kindly leaves some bird of hope to sing.
Albert Laighton, “In the Woods,” c.1859

old tree-scarred-old skin-SwittersB

27
Jun
15

stages of life…

while dreaming….

“…the Master and the boy followed each other as if drawn along the wires of some mechanism, until soon it could no longer be discerned which was coming and which going, which following and which leading, the old or the young man. Now it seemed to be the young man who showed honour and obedience to the old man, to authority and dignity; now again it was apparently the old man who was required to follow, serve, worship the figure of youth, of beginning, of mirth.

And as he watched this at once senseless and significant dream circle, the dreamer felt alternately identical with the old man and the boy, now revering and now revered, now leading, now obeying; and in the course of these pendulum shifts there came a moment in which he was both, was simultaneously Master and small pupil; or rather he stood above both, was the instigator, conceiver, operator, and onlooker of the cycle, this futile spinning race between age and youth.”  Hermann Hesse, The Glass Bead Game

stages of a rose, life, garden, SwittersB




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