Public Notice

It is so interesting to have the new experience of being older

or the oldest, in a room of people, sometimes.

Inside we have dials and compasses and dispositions and understandings about our lives

and it is funny when they change like clockwork

to new numbers, percentage points, directions and realizations

like…

When did I leave childhood and enter teenagehood?

When did I leave young people stages and enter middle life?

Life is so full of everything

that often those types of inner movements

reveal themselves in outer moments, of crisis, insight, or never,

to those who simply move one step at a time instead of through cycles and years.

I really do wonder, though, when we

and people see us change to being older in a room?

Not as a senior, not as an old old, or unwell,

not as a number or age,

simply more experienced than others.

How and when do generations change?

I am well aware that now generations are named by roman numerals and letters

and something not connected to a name of meaning,

but something that needs to be learned or noticed or marked, like a territory.

Why does it feel like generations are being named more frequently?

What was the generation called from 1899?

Somehow feeling it is connected to the number of selfies taken

and when the mass has gathered, it is named, or so it seems in the age of technology.

There is no chart that says when you are this age, you turn old or older,

or you become that old generation, going out of focus for some,

coming into clarity and wisdom for others.

I don’t connect this pondering to retirement years,

birth dates, times in history or ages.

I feel life is a flow of energy.

An energy we all are individually responsible for

and at the same time, share.

How can life be called old or young or generational?

Isn’t life, in and of itself, timeless really.?

Aren’t we truly timeless in the center of our being human,

like a star’s brightness or the sun’s rays and the moon’s luminance.

I don’t perceive sun rays aging.

I don’t perceive the luminance waning inwardly

or the spark in the center of our beings

being called young or old, weak or strong.

That I think is the body’s embodiment predicament.

Isn’t energy just energy?  Life just life in its true nature.

So much of life is weighed and measured,

counted and consumed,

or held or controlled or taken away.

Yet life, as a flow, as a presence of vastness,

energy, light, substance, and essence,

is forever living and illuminated

from the inside out, just because it has no form.

The breath of life is ageless and full,

always breathing life into life, with no separateness,

like an alchemy of love, carrying the sweetness of existence,

the impulse of liveliness, and  the sparkle and verve of vitality.

I’d like to hang sheets of paper on telephone poles with a public notice,

which says the following:

Life is ageless and timeless.

Life is a shared experience involving everyone and everything.

Life is a waterfall flowing through all of us

and we all move through it together.

Life IS the meaning of life.

Our only questions are:

how do we care for this life together?

how do we nurture and grow life?

how do we sustain, protect, and keep it alive forever?

Everything else

lies in the realm of creative, loving, mindful, and genuine interest

human choices.

When I walk into a room, or dance to music,

have a conversation, run down the street, workout in a gym….

I am living and alive,

just as I am.

I am neither old or young.

I am pulsing with waterfalls of imaginations.

I am heart-beating with new inspirations.

And I have an in-house, golden tuition that fuels my choices.

When we actually see the light of life’s beauty,

then it is the moment to surrender our compasses of disposition

and become life itself….

flowing and growing uniquely,

living and radiating the alchemy of love and wisdom profusely,

on behalf of every single lovely living thing.

written by Jill Rosemary LaBelle Sophie