Passing Of Time…

July 26, 2017

is a constant thing. When looking at the mirror and going through everyday life we realize only when we see old photographs or now, digital or Facebook throwbacks how we look different and sometimes it comes as a shock. In less than a month I’ll be another year older if I should live. One never knows, but if I do, I’ll walk a bit more careful, go slower than I used to , and take precaution in areas that once were just a hop, skip, and a jump. Lately I’ve been noticing things that I myself did a decade or so back. When you are at that between age of not young but not old you tend to hold on to the young rather than accept the growing years. I could not tell you the day/month/year when acceptance of no longer being young was a fact in my life. While I’m still youthful to some, mostly I’m at the stage where I’m living a life that lets me simply be. Actually, there is no longer the desire to be young because when encountering  young people, the conversations they have and the things they do no longer hold my interest. They are in their season and I have already passed that one and am far into another one…the one that fits me. People that try to hold on are fooling themselves. Not that you have to grab a shawl and become helpless, far from it. Something I’ve noticed recently is someone although not too far behind me, appears to still be in a youthful state of mind even when it comes to everyday conversations and actions. When speaking, it is usually surface.  To date I only recall once a conversation on the serious side. Aside from being well set in the area of finance,(actually that is not a proven thing because again, people look well off all the time and behind closed doors there are sleepless nights, fighting, and a whole host of things that come to light when they file for divorce/bankruptcy/etc.) this person seems to either be in earnest  or else hiding their true personality to the public. The point I am making is, to each his/her own. My life is mine and they have theirs. Personally, I enjoy not having to fool with some of the things that seemed so important in my younger years. I wear, eat, purchase, or NOT purchase what I like and do not worry about whether I’ll meet expectations of others. Living according to my own interests is something that I enjoy and it came about as I became older.

I am happy with me and so, I say to everyone young , old, or middle: be comfortable in YOUR season.

 Now, (THE key word ), let’s enjoy the rest of the summer …

Never Out Of Style…

June 24, 2013

The following was posted on a laundromat bulletin board where I was washing clothes while out of town awhile back. Although it was written for teens, it carries an important message for us adults as well. You may have read it before, but it was my first time and I thought it was worth copying while I waited on my laundry.

Words For Teenagers

Northland College principal John Tapene has offered the following words from a judge who regularly deals with youth. ‘Always we hear the cry from teenagers, ‘What can we do, where can we go?’ ‘My answer is this: Go home, mow the lawn, wash the windows, learn to cook, build a raft, get a job, visit the sick, study your lessons and after you’ve finished, read a book. Your town does not owe you recreational facilities and your parents do not owe you fun. ‘The world does not owe you a living, you owe the world something. You owe it your time, energy, and talent, so that no one will be at war, in sickness, and lonely again. In other words, grow up, stop being a cry baby, get out of your dream world and develop a backbone not a wishbone. Start behaving like a responsible person. You are important and you are needed. It’s too late to sit around and wait for somebody to do something someday. Someday is now and that somebody is you!’

 

Ancient Eyes…

January 2, 2011

Stare silently, searing behind eyelids

a darkness so deep into the conscienceness

of one’s heart, who knows

the dreams and hopes of long ago lessons

into the mind’s of youth and trusting

till the completeness is made secure

even till the body lies still

copyright 2011 –By Rebecca Webb