Autumn is a special season for me. For one thing, there are a number of anniversaries, including Marianne’s and my wedding anniversary, my mother’s birthday, Marianne’s mother’s birthday. And my birthday, which was yesterday! And next year will be my eightieth birthday. Yet i honestly don’t feel old! Sometimes I ponder the question to a child, “what do you want to be when you grow up?”
A few years ago on an early Sunday afternoon, after seeing a young baby at Quaker Meeting in the morning, I was walking in a favorite park, and this poem came to me.
Young Soul Sometimes a small shift can open the heart Again I had felt heavy and sad I yearned for the feeling of lightness of being Then came a gentle voice Suggesting I let go my expectations Just continue my walk and it will be well. I saw a young pine tree just slightly taller than me And a tiny blue dragonfly Already my heart felt a little lighter Then I realized I could let go an activity It came on an impulse, but it can wait I continued my stroll in the forest And thought of young life And my own young soul And greater peace came to my heart.