Yesterday I was sitting in a waiting room; magazines were all a hundred years old. Almost bored to tears, I decided to clear my IPhone of ancient stuff.
As I cleared my 'Notes' which frankly consisted mostly of grocery lists and things to take my folks in 2015 and 2016, this little item jumped out.
An article, Mille Femmes, from the March 2016 edition of Good Housekeeping, which I probably read in some other waiting room. The note I have asks,
"How do you see yourself in one single word?"
"Is there one single moment of your life that encapsulates your core being?"
Wheels started turning.
Then, this morning on Facebook, Janis Ian asks this question?
Let's send some happy energy to dear old Socrates and practice a little self-examination.
Single word: Mother
I choose 'Mother' because it is not just a word, there is a depth to it, a meaning that does not just relate to my relationship with my three children, but to the world.
Single moment: WARNING: CRAZY LADY AHEAD. PROCEED WITH CAUTION
Many years ago, sitting in the kitchen at the ranch, my friend asked me a question. I didn't have an answer. I don't even recall the question, but I do remember walking down to one of the dams to think.
Sitting on a large stone, looking out at the valley, a small village appeared where there were only cows and oaks. The village kind of vibrated in and out of vision, each time it appeared it was a little different. In between appearances, the valley itself changed, evolved.
I'm not sure how long I sat there but I was overcome with the knowledge that linear Time really is just an illusion. I have (rarely) been able to astral travel but never forward or backward in time, only to other places experiencing a horizontal time. (Yes, I have had my medication today!) The feeling that 'All' was happening at the same 'time' was overwhelming, if not happening at the same time, at least past and future events were accessible.
Encapsulating my core being? Yes, my friends, you can answer, 'WooWoo'!
Now, having written that, I am sure I will never qualify for a concealed weapons permit, or to run for public office. Crap!
How old would I be if I didn't know how old I am?
As old as the universe, an infant and, oh, let's say 41!
So, before the guys with the white jacket get here, share with us your single word, single moment and your inner age!