As I was growing up in semi-rural Ohio, I was often drawn to older folk, mainly due to their stories. I was memorized by tales of their youth, many in far off places, like Chicago,or New York.
As I grew older I looked to older wiser parents and grandparent-types to learn how to deal with middle life. Suddenly, I am supposed to be one of those older wiser elders! Well, what if I don’t want to take on that responsibility of having the right answers? It’s just a lot of added stress that I did not even want as a parent. There are no rule books on life, and frankly (I am allowed to say Frankly all I want), I have tried many times to ask for forgiveness over permission anyway.
So many times in my life, I thought things looked really bleak and melancholy, then only to discover that things were not even remotely as bad as I thought. That’s what I have come to call the Beauty After A Storm. You know, when the air feels so clean and charged with positive energy. There is just such a rejuvenating feeling, like walking through a wheat field, in the full moonlight, with just the right amount of dew on the wheat to make you laugh as you walk because it is just too silly to be doing that.
Life needs to be a song in every moment.