“The great thing about getting older is that you don’t lose all the other ages you have been.” – Madeleine L’Engle
This is – next to James M. Barrie’s: “To die will be an awfully big adventure” – one of the most soothing thoughts I know about the passage of time and its consequences.
Is it only by accident that both authors have been writing some of the most beloved children’s prose? Funny, that we seem to lose sight of the child we have been so much that we need to be reminded of the simple things of life – and, yes, death. Or of the human condition we are all here to explore.
Another recently dicovered treasure of mine is “The Summer Book” by Finnish writer Tove Jansson, a tale of a grandmother and her granddaughter spending a summer on a tiny island in the Finnish bay after the girl’s mother died.
What is it about islands that they focus our thoughts on what really counts? Is it because we have the chance to dig your toes into “the end of the world” (or at least: the road) when we stand at the beach scanning the horizon for the next coastline?
Whatever 2010 may bring, I hope there will be some of all the years before it and some new adventures to explore. A lonely beach is probably a good place to start.