The old saying …the older I get the less I know. I go about the day thinking how better put, right? I have it handled and then I am thrown a curve and realize I don’t have it handled at all. Take the plumbing. It works fine and then it doesn’t and one goes through a whole host of possibilities which all seem so catastrophic in hindsight and often not true.
So here I am today, older, still not sure what I know and definitely not wiser. Thinking that around the corner is something else entirely. A better place? Perhaps. But a place nevertheless where we belong.
The garden prepares us for this, at least I think. Belonging. The truest reality we seek I believe. To know we are not alone but part of something. Essential to the plan, the ecosystem for lack of a better word, the way of things, without which we would be totally lost.
Back to square one. I don’t know what I think. Except I want life better than where I am at this moment. Am I wiser? No. Am I better? No. Do I belong? Well? You tell me.