Old Blog 8

Time
Monday, May 14, 2007

I'm coming back into my body after a cold and dark winter in my mind. It was pretty intense existing on that level, considering how much time I spend there to begin with. With that said, I've been thinking today as I give my home the ol' scrub-down.

(Yes, the subject matter will change somewhat abruptly...)

When women are in labour they often become childlike, and are usually in need of some mothering as they transition through the painful, fearfilled journey of childbirth and into motherhood.

When people are very old they too often become childlike. When I have comforted my dying elders I have felt maternal, despite the fact these people were my granparents' and even my great-grandparents' age.

It is often said in these instances that people are "reverting" to childhood. Why does "reverting to childhood" imply regression? There must be some great wisdom in such a state of being, or else, why would people go to that place in their minds during such troubling experiences?

I, for one, called each of my parents during the darkest nights of my soul.

What is this wisdom that can be seen so clearly in the face of a newborn? I remember when my lovely nephew Mitchell was born facing upwards looking at my face. I was moved and perplexed by the fact that he looked like an ancient man. I wondered where he had come from.

I have always thought that children are greater than we give them credit for. While we often love them for of own self fullfilling reasons, we must also respect them for unapoligetically being children, as we resist that aspect of our own selves until there is no other way for us to cope.

What happens when we embrace our child-like selves? Why do we resist it? What is age? What is time? What the Hell am I talking about?

Don't ask me.