Thursday, January 19

time slips away unnoticed

Here is an image of a page from my song book where I had glued the picture, admits scribbled lyrics, of one of my dearest friends - and we had met over a quater century ago between the weaving lyrics of my own life. And now today I superimposed a snapshot on the right hand side from the present.
Haven't talked to her for at least three years or so - but today I did. Her voice and attitude is spunky and vibrant as ever. She lives in Norway... a country full of optimistic and resourceful people.
Being on a "roll", I tried to catch up with other friends. I checked out websites of musician friends and such, made calls ... but the imagery was not always comforting. People my age looked like bald rats and spoke stale stuff in un-enthused mutterings. That was a disappointement.
What the heck is this, this "aging" thing anyway? Does everyone above 28 has to live in a "mid-life" crisis for the rest of his or her life? That's sort of stupid, isn't it? Personally I feel like I crossed the Fjord once with my ferry boat successfully and now will attempt to cross the waters again to find the haven where I started from. Midd part of a journey.
So Miss E from 25 something years ago is doing the same thing - proud but not arrogant, fearless, humble and still beautiful.
All the power to her, we need more people whith such an outlook at life!
I only worry about those who gave up feelings and the forces of youth within their strivings down their road of destiny ... the lack of it makes them look very, very old indeed!


Lindsay Lobe said...

Hi Zee

I think I know what you mean, and as old codger myself I dtill feel as young as a spring chicken.

I thought you might like to hear these lyrics.

ARTIST: Peter Mayer
TITLE: Blue Boat Home

Though below me I feel no motion
Standing on these mountains and plains
Far away from the rolling ocean
Still my dry land heart can say
I've been sailing all my life now
Never harbor nor port have I known
The wide universe is the ocean I travel
And the Earth is my blue boat home

Sun, my sail and moon, my rudder
As I ply the starry sea
Leaning over the edge in wonder
Casting questions into the deep
Drifting here with my ship's companions
All we kindred pilgrim souls
Making our way by the lights of the heavens
In our beautiful blue boat home

I give thanks to the waves upholding me
Hail the great winds urging me on
Greet the infinite sea before me
Sing the sky my sailor's song
I was born upon the fathoms
Never harbor or port have I known
The wide universe is the ocean I travel
And the Earth is my blue boat home
The wide universe is the ocean I travel
And the Earth is my blue boat home

Zee said...

Thanks Lindsay!

Gary said...

Hey, I just posted on stages of life and wondered if you'd show up on my site with anything in multiples of 7!

You're right - let's stop moping and moaning and go for the gold in the golden years (anything over 50 in my mind)...

Elizabeth Green said...

An interesting thought. I recently talked to a friend from high school. Although he wouldn't admit it, I read between the lines and discovered that he is not happy in his career. I am not sure about his marriage/family life, but I suspect the same thing there.

I suppose by doing everything backwards in life, I may have come out happier than those who did things by the traditional route.