epochs

I have been twenty-seven for sixteen minutes. The square root of which is four. There's something somewhat spine-tingling about the reality that I am about to enter the end-phase of an entire era in my life and to embark on a new kind of journey, one that will move away from a self-centric world perspective and, perhaps, one into service, into listening, into giving of myself more readily to others. I find myself bringing the first minutes of this new year of my life with aches in my body and a sadness, tinged with hope, in my heart. My last day at the age of twenty-six was, remarkably, filled with meetings, with eyes to futures, concerns for wellbeing, and the themes of empathy, trust, community strongly running through the currents of conversation. I was in eight separate meetings today, stemming from advising, giving feedback, brainstorming, and sharing. Throughout many of those moments, I became aware of my own vulnerability, my own youthfulness, and yet felt the shifting of the cusp from something to another, a slight, almost invisible, supersensible experience that spoke to me and said, "And now...." Read more »