It's early Sunday morning. The last two days have been full of contemplation time bolstered by reading. One of the true joys of my life in this Adulthood II (as Mary Catherine Bateson calls it in her Composing a Further Life) is the permission to spend time within myself drawing on the accumulated resources of a long life. So, these two days have been fruitful, rewarding me with the joy of introspection. The recognition of a life lived well enough to base an even more rewarding next phase upon. I like to look at these years as the WisdomYears knowing that my wisdom is just now beginning to rise to the surface. It is the quiet time that allows this to happen. As I've written before, it is in the gaps, the pauses, that I find God. This morning, sitting on the porch in the morning cool, still air overcast by a gray sky, I am at peace.
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