Your Dante quote contains the words 'I came to myself', which called to mind for me the Parable of the Prodigal Son. How the Prodigal 'came to himself' and realized he'd been living his life wrong and needed to return to his loving father's home.
I think this idea of 'coming to oneself' does not always have to do…
Your Dante quote contains the words 'I came to myself', which called to mind for me the Parable of the Prodigal Son. How the Prodigal 'came to himself' and realized he'd been living his life wrong and needed to return to his loving father's home.
I think this idea of 'coming to oneself' does not always have to do with dissolute living! It captures a lot of what I feel as move into (hopefully) the last third of my life. I turned 58 a few weeks ago. Sometimes I cannot even believe I'm this old (and my parents - thankfully both still healthy - are in their mid-80s. they're OLD!).
But as I ponder this - and I definitely do while running - I think about how much more comfortable with myself I am. Even at 45, I struggled to think of myself as a 'grown up'! But now, I fully embrace this. I feel secure with who I am - my plusses and minuses, my quirks. I feel wise. I've got miles on me - in many ways - and I've learned some things.
Just this morning I was thinking how much I love savoring the present moment. I don't feel so compelled to move forward so fast. Except when I'm running! I have to admit I still have a dream to be a fast old lady... :)
Love this post, thank you.
Your Dante quote contains the words 'I came to myself', which called to mind for me the Parable of the Prodigal Son. How the Prodigal 'came to himself' and realized he'd been living his life wrong and needed to return to his loving father's home.
I think this idea of 'coming to oneself' does not always have to do with dissolute living! It captures a lot of what I feel as move into (hopefully) the last third of my life. I turned 58 a few weeks ago. Sometimes I cannot even believe I'm this old (and my parents - thankfully both still healthy - are in their mid-80s. they're OLD!).
But as I ponder this - and I definitely do while running - I think about how much more comfortable with myself I am. Even at 45, I struggled to think of myself as a 'grown up'! But now, I fully embrace this. I feel secure with who I am - my plusses and minuses, my quirks. I feel wise. I've got miles on me - in many ways - and I've learned some things.
Just this morning I was thinking how much I love savoring the present moment. I don't feel so compelled to move forward so fast. Except when I'm running! I have to admit I still have a dream to be a fast old lady... :)