There are no seven wonders of the world in the eyes of a child. There are seven million.
Let me keep my mind on what matters which is my work, which is mostly standing still and learning to be astonished.
Age has no reality except in the physical world. The essence of a human being is resistant to the passage of time. Our inner lives are eternal, which is to say that our spirits remain as youthful and vigorous as when we were in full bloom. Think of love as a state of grace, not the means to anything, but the alpha and omega. An end in itself.
~ Gabriel García Márquez,
That thing the nature of which is totally unknown to you is usually what you need to find, and finding it is a matter of getting lost. The word ‘lost’ comes from the old Norse ‘los’ meaning the disbanding of an army…I worry now that people never disband their armies, never go beyond what they know.
Advertising, alarmist news, technology, incessant busyness, and the design of public and private life conspire to make it so. A recent article about the return of wildlife to suburbia described snow-covered yards in which the footprints of animals are abundant and those of children are entirely absent. Children seldom roam, even in the safest places… I wonder what will come of placing this generation under house arrest.
~ Rebecca Solnit, A Field Guide to Getting Lost
I am still every age that I have been. Because I was once a child, I am always a child. Because I was once a searching adolescent, given to moods and ecstasies, these are still part of me, and always will be… This does not mean that I ought to be trapped or enclosed in any of these ages…the delayed adolescent, the childish adult, but that they are in me to be drawn on; to forget is a form of suicide… Far too many people misunderstand what *putting away childish things* means, and think that forgetting what it is like to think and feel and touch and smell and taste and see and hear like a three-year-old or a thirteen-year-old or a twenty-three-year-old means being grownup. When I’m with these people I, like the kids, feel that if this is what it means to be a grown-up, then I don’t ever want to be one. Instead of which, if I can retain a child’s awareness and joy, and *be* fifty-one, then I will really learn what it means to be grownup.
~ Madeleine L’Engle
Like billowing clouds,
Like the incessant gurgle of the brook,
The longing of the spirit can never be stilled.”
~ Hildegard of Bingen
The air around you is filled with floating atoms, sliding down the Earth’s spacetime curve. Atoms first assembled in the cores of long-dead stars. Atoms within you, everywhere, disintegrating in radioactive decays. Beneath your feet, the floor – whose electrons refuse to let yours pass, thus making you able to stand and walk and run. Earth, your planet, a lump of matter made out of the three quantum fields known to mankind, held together by gravity, the so-called fourth force (even though it isn’t a force), floating within and through spacetime.
~ Christophe Galfard, The Universe in Your Hand: A Journey Through Space, Time, and Beyond
Our spirit lives in the moment, and that is where we must be, too, if we are to evolve. For most of us, though, everyday life is a construct of our imaginations.
Caught up in a matrix of resentments and desires, we sleepwalk through our days, imagining positive and negative outcomes for events that will never come to pass. Explore this for yourself: Note the difference in a posture as your mind shifts from the present to your imagination. As you walk through your day, how often do self-doubt, fear, and judgment of others occur in your imagination, and how often do they occur in the present? When you are actually fully present in the moment, feeling your body and hearing the sounds around you, do you experience fear, or peace?
… We cannot connect with anything while caught in the web of imagined realities we call daily life.
~ Rolf Gates & Katrina Kenison, Meditations From the Mat