"There is a beautiful thing inside
you that is thousands of years old
Too old to be captured in poems.
Too old to be loved by everyone
But loved so very deeply
by a chosen few." ~Nikita Gill
I imagine we all have different
views on life after death. Having
said that, there is an expression
that really moves me.
"She's an old soul; he's an old soul."
There are those who would use the
expression literally. But, I think
most use it as a way of honoring
deep thinkers, the wise ones, the
old souls.
This is truly what I love and honor
in my older friends. That insight,
the wisdom lacking in those of us
who are younger and have less
experience.
There is no doubt, when we lose
an oldster, we are losing a bank
of knowledge and experience
second to none.
I think back fondly of my father.
I could ask him anything. Often
he would take a few moments to
respond. Whether to marshal his
thoughts, recollect an old memory,
or decide how best to answer, his
wisdom was priceless.
I've come to believe that there are
certain practices that can lead us
to wisdom . . . Reading the thinkers,
albeit ancient or modern. Pondering
our actions and the results. Perhaps,
a different avenue would have
brought different results. Listening,
really listening, has to be absolutely
without par.
I so long to accrue true wisdom
before entering that great unknown.
I wish for two things, only one over
which I have control . . .
The one I can . . . needs be I take
my own advice. I don't think wisdom
simply lands in one's lap. Listen up!
Secondly, I pray I am gifted with
more time to acquire the depth
that brings true wisdom.
May it be so . . .
"Meet me in the middle of your story
when the soul is worn but wise."
~Angie Welland-Crosby
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