Here we are on our 50th Anniversary. The first 50 are definitely the hardest. They told us as part of the ceremony on our wedding day that “The future with its joys and its sorrows is hidden before your eyes.” Good thing, because no way could we have handled what was to come.
Five children and grand parents eleven times over, we have experienced sorrows, but so many joys. Each new life is an affirmation of love and joy. Each new sorrow is something we can endure with the help of each other, family and good friends. So we sit in the Grandstand and view the new generation, acknowledging the trials and the love and the joy. We pray that they will find the path that leads each of them to contentment and peace.
We hear it all the time. Turn off the phone, texting is dangerous, blah, blah, blah. Well, it isn’t blah, blah. Creativity and God do not visit in noise. Pascal said, “All of humanities problems stem from mans inability to sit quietly in a room alone.” We need time alone, solitude. If you don’t like yourself enough to spend time with yourself, it may be time for a serious retooling.
Take a walk without earbuds. Look at the sky. Sit down with paper and pen, or paints. Look at your calendar. Do the things that you spend your time doing bring you happiness- contentment? If not, who is in charge of your schedule? How will you spend the days that are a one time offer? It’s up to you.
It’s nice to view the game of life without worrying about who will win. I’m off the field and up in the stands. Since I am Grandmother to eleven brilliant, beautiful, fun young people who call me, “Bubbles.” I’m calling my perch “The Grandstand.” I don’t know everything, not even the questions, but I know what I needed to unlearn and I picked up some experience and wisdom along the way.
It’s about time in this world of instant knowledge and information that some wisdom is dispensed. I have been in the game a long time, and also observed life as it played out around me. I should have bought a rubber do nut to sit on years ago to keep my mind from wandering. So this blog is from the self proclaimed Wise Woman, make that Wild and Wise Woman. Tune in, we’ll have some sporting good times.
Blessings, Patricia, aka Bubbles