One thing about watching my children and parents age, is that I begin to realize that, actually, I am aging too. I remember my Grandmother saying that, at every age, you still have all your other ages rattling around inside you. It's so true. I used to picture time as this rope you followed along, hand over hand, into the distance of forever and ever, but it's nothing like that. It moves outward but holds everything that's come before. Cut me open and I'm a tree trunk, rings of nostalgia radiating inward.
These are the things I am thinking, now that the littlest of our broad is in school and I get a few hours a week to actually think. It all comes back to living in the moment, cherishing the here and now --- being present, truly present; I'm beginning to think that, just
that, is the greatest goal of my life.
