My inside self is outside of time and space. It doesn't have an age. I'm every age I've ever been, and so are you.
Isn't that the truth? Like in the David Whyte poem I posted the other day, we are still those people we were when we were 10, 25 or 49.
What was your favorite time of life? When did you feel most yourself, full, rich and settled?
At first, I would say it was when I was a young mom. I loved that time....the caring, the being needed, working hard at being a good parent and the gorgeous, unconditional love of a young child. But on second thought I realized it is right now. RIGHT NOW.
Yes, the body doesn't quite work as well and the lovely skin of my youth is now softer, thinner and graced with lines of laughter, longing, heartache and love but now is where I truly belong. Otherwise I am either living in the past, which is gone, or waiting for the future, which never really comes.
Loving freer and caring deeper than ever before. My favorite time is now.