Maybe you are old enough to remember the song by Al Stewart from the seventies, called Time Passages. It’s an oldie but a goodie. I am always amazed how a few notes strung together into a melody, can transport you to another time and place. The memory so vivid in your mind you can recall the time of day, what you were wearing, and the exact emotion your were grappling with when the song made its way into your heart and mind. Ah, the passage of time marked by music. There is no doubt that music makes an indelible footprint in our lives.
Author, Gail Sheehy wrote several versions of her book called Passages. The major theme teaches us how to navigate the predictable stages of adult life. A road map of sorts. When you are in your twenties nothing seems to get in your way. Everything is ahead of you. Time is your best friend in your twenties. There are so many possibilities for your life.
Life changes at warp speed as we roll into our thirties and forties . . . marriage, children, divorce, job promotion, job and family balance. As we tip our toes into the fifties and sixties we begin to deal with job loss, sickness (possibly our own as well as friends and family), caring for aging parents, death, financial losses, and so many other aspects of life that we can easily feel diminished and lose hope.
Finding joy and peace should be attainable at any age, but it becomes more important to our overall health and state of mind as we get older – especially as we got older.
There are many shifts in the foundation of life. We must create a space where we can draw strength and secure our footing as we maneuver through those deep and tricky crevasses that life throws us.
I just finished Elizabeth Edwards book called, Resilience. It is extremely well written and very insightful. I can’t say I have thought much about the word resilient or being resilient until I read her story. Most of us are familiar with her public struggles. She has had her share of challenges in life. I am certain if we dig deep within ourselves (most of us don’t have to dig that deep) so have we, right? Sure they don’t look like her struggles, but we can attest to the world that we’ve had them. Many of us still have the emotional bumps and bruises to prove it.
We are all part of the river called life and whether we like it or not, the river keeps flowing. It has a rhythm of its own and stands still for no one. I can speak for myself when I say that I need to let the river flow (and stop trying to control it) and to let the Spirit flow through me as I wind my way through this world.
Let Hope rise!
“All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter into another! “