I haven’t posted on this site for a while. Please enjoy the following essay.
As my seven-year-old grandson was flitting from one thing to another recently, he told me that he is made of starlight. Undeterred by my stunned reply of, “That’s nice”, he went on to explain with monkey hoots how we have all really descended from apes. Though I was pleased to know that he’s learning the true origin of the species, part of me was still caught in the stars and wasn’t ready to come down to earth.
Later I was struck by the fact that he may instinctively know that his spirit is engaged in its own evolution and has its origins in the heavens. Though I don’t remember naming its genesis at that age, I was conscious very early on of such an interior force and have lately become increasingly aware of its continued growth.
It is this spirit that is not content to rest on laurels or former…
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