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How old do you feel?
Posted on Apr 13th, 2007
by 
Farland
Farland
This is in Response to the Questions and Reflections for April 12, 2007:
I don't understand age. I was afraid of water when I was little. I think it kept me from jumping into the river that sends one along past the milestones of life. I think there must be a certain feeling of comfort in flowing along and I've missed that. I like being who I am now. It is easier to do that outside our culture. My eyes blind to glossy things and I sit among the old rocks and feel blessed.
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“I blind eyes to glossy things and sit among the old rocks and feel blessed.”
absolutely heart catching, farland. amen.
Ah, Farland, you are like a poem within a poem. Body and soul.
Thanks for this. It was like sweet water for parched lips. People think celebrities, fashion magazines and public relations firms define what beauty is. Here's a thought … we out-number them!
I like who you are now too.
you ARE blesses of course. I actually was trying to type “you Are blessed” but the typo seems better.
fishie! you are BLESSES!
:-)
-d
I think I know what you mean about not understanding age.
I was the oldest child ever and am the most childish adult, and some adult years I'm more of a child than I was the previous one.
But the milestones are still there…I don't think the miles are measured in years, but the key to my map is in some language I can't read quite yet so I'm not certain…and the scale on the map seems a little unpredictable also.
And like all maps, once it's unfolded it's never quite the same again.
Oh, and I agree, you are blesses, definitely.
Ever since the beginning of the quest I am currently on, to find my authentic self, stripped bare of expectations from society, community, and most importantly, myself, I have grown more an more restless with city living. Because you are absolutely right – being oneself, finding oneself, is a really difficult thing to do in our culture. I spend a lot more time alone than I used to, or with my family, because its just so much easier to be deeply myself, the self I have barely known most of my life, outside of our culture. Thank you for stating it so baldly Farland. I needed to hear that.
We seem to live in a society obsessed by numbers and shapes, your poem encompasses and surpasses that notion, and leads me to consider 'I' instead, thank you Farland xxx