“The life and death of a human being is so exquisitely
calibrated as to automatically produce union with Spirit.” —Kathleen
Dowling Singh
Ripening reveals much bigger or very different horizons than
we realize. The refusal to ripen leads to what T.S. Eliot spoke of in “The
Hollow Men,” lives that “end not with a bang but with a whimper.” I hope
that you are one of those people who will move toward your own endless
horizons and not waste time in whimpering. Why else would you even read
this? Perhaps these meditations may help you trust that you are, in fact,
being led. Life, your life, all life, is going somewhere and somewhere
good.
Ripening, at its best, is a slow, patient learning, and
sometimes even a happy letting-go—a seeming emptying out to create
readiness for a new kind of fullness—which we are never totally sure about.
If we do not allow our own ripening, and I do believe it is somewhat a
natural process, an ever-increasing resistance and denial sets in, an
ever-increasing circling of the wagons around an over-defended self. At our
very best, we learn how to hope as we ripen, to move outside and beyond
self-created circles, which is something quite different from the hope of
the young. Youthful hopes have concrete goals, whereas the hope of older
years is usually aimless hope, hope without goals, even naked hope—perhaps
real hope. Such stretching is the agony and the joy of our later years.
Old age, as such, is almost a complete changing of gears and
engines from the first half of our lives and does not happen without slow
realization, inner calming, inner resistance, denial, and eventual
surrender, by God’s grace, working with our ever-deepening sense of what we
really desire and who we really are. This process seems to largely operate
unconsciously, although we jolt into consciousness now and then, and the
awareness that you have been led, usually despite yourself, is
experienced as a deep gratitude that most would call happiness. Religious
people might even call it mercy.
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1 comment:
I'm happy to see you writing and linking from Facebook.
I'm not certain I find much joy in ripening, however. Perhaps I'm over ripe.
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