From James Hollis, The Eden Project: "If the first half of life is about responding to what the world asks of us, then the task for the second half is, what does the soul ask? What is the unlived life that haunts us, summons us, judges us? We all know, and yet daily deflect the question... Something in us always knows, thought we may not know what we know, may fear what we know, or may flee that which is already with us and seeks our acknowledgement."
At 45 (and three-quarters) I'm not old by any stretch of the imagination. But neither am I exactly a spring chicken, well-preserved as I may be (from generally being in denial that years passing actually have any bearing on aging).
Living in Victoria, I am constantly in contact with old and older people. I see plenty of ancients tottering about (and pray that I may be doing the same one day), and I see even more Boomers zooming about. They are all either retired or retiring (and I don't mean shy).
I, on the other hand, am embarking upon my second (actually, it's more like my tenth) career: I start school in September to become a teacher in 16 months. Hey, they used to call that Normal School.
So as I step boldly into my next life, I fling the following prayers upon the waters: may I find schools that appreciate me and what I have to offer children;
may I live each day as happily as if I were on a fabulous voyage;
may I let my love light burn bright, and shine light on all those I meet.
Me, normal???
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