The young and the old, I find, have an easier time seeing ‘wonder’ or God in all things. I remember when my grandson first caught a glimpse of a bird. He did not call it a bird, not even speaking words yet. It was just an object of wonder for him. It was something new and exciting. Later he would call it a bird and it was not so full of awe.
I had a teacher who taught us, his students, the power of observation–seeing deeply into the smallest observation. As he became older his writing became simpler with less and less words. He could communicate much with a few words. He was a spiritual person, full of wonder and awe of God and all things.
What my grandson and my old teacher had in common was that they could both see awe and wonder in everyday things. One was too young and uneducated to know what a bird is and label it. One was old and educated and could see deeply into each being. Both could find wonder and awe in everyday life.
I have been always fascinated by young children and how they look at things. Jokey I have said then when I grow up in life I wanted to be a ‘three-year-old.’ I have deeply admired my wise old friends like this former teacher and others. Elders in my life have meant a lot to me and taught me so much.
Now that I am getting older I find myself at times saying what I think, just like a child, and not like an adult. I find myself not caring about a lot of things. The more I move or detach myself from things in my life the more deeply, like an elder, I see into things.
Maybe as we grow older we become younger. The circle of life, if we are blessed, becomes complete.
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