This was an odd week in some ways. There were some contradictions. The most telling of the contradictions had to do with Spring. In ways ;)
There were a couple of times that I felt as old as I have ever felt. Some of it was looking in the mirror first thing in the morning and then part of it remembering how long ago different events took place. Wow, it is already 2018! The Year Two Thousand is supposed to be some distant future of flying cars and all, and it is now the distant past!
But then, there were a few times that I felt younger than I have in years. These young times all occur outside. Sometimes it will be run and playing with the dogs, jumping and twirling in the air, land backwards and running backwards as I egg them on, jumping again and twisting to land fast first and instantly sprint and.. I know, the people in town think I am totally insane, but :) And then I caught some sights, scents and feelings that transported me to a different time and place. For a few minutes I would see the world through five year old (or ten or thirteen at different times) eyes. I would feel the way I did then, think the same thoughts. It was like a flashback or even a memory. Well, it was a memory, a memory of who I felt and thought. And the world was new once again.
I think this is part of what spring is about. Not the feeling old part. That’s part of aging – realizing that time does move on and we move with it. But there is also that renewal. I feel so alive in autumn, maybe more than any other time of years. And summers are fun. Winter can be both good and bad, though often it is what we make of it. But I feel young in spring.
So I am writing this as fast as I can. When i am done, I will go back out and spend as much time outside as possible.
It renews me, rejuvenates me.
It makes me young, or at least young at heart.