(This past month I took a journaling class. While most journaling is private, I am sharing one piece here.)
On the Threshold of a Dream. . . Ah. . . The Moody
Blues. I’m sitting on the couch sipping
Good Earth tea and listening to an old record album. “We decide which is right and which is an
illusion.” This delights me as much as
it did when I was in my early twenties—40 years ago! Music can take you back in time. This does not so much bring back memories of
life in the dorms but feelings—feelings of exploration and wondering about the
mysteries of life. I’m still doing that.
. . but it’s different. I was at the
beginning of my adult life, tasting freedom for the first time. Now I’m a mature woman. What’s changed? Did I believe that I would have a lot of the
mysteries of life figured out by now? I
don’t remember. I know at this point
that they will remain mysteries. And
that’s okay. That doesn’t stop me from
asking questions and speculating about what the answers might be.
Written on 2/5/2016
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