T here was a time when the postman would be delivering letters from loved ones, sons, daughters or a best friend.
When a letter arrived, I was excited to rip open the envelope, take out the paper within, sit down and spend a few moments reading the contents.
I wonder if people still write letters today in this technology world. (I don’t mean those our banks and insurance companies send us).
I’m sure some still do. I know I don’t. I use my mobile phone for calls and text messages and send plenty of emails. I no longer use the landline for calls.
In my early teens I had a penpal1 in Persia, which I believe is now Iran. He was a soldier in the British Army. I can’t remember his name.
I was so excited to receive his letters and hear about his life in that country. At that time, in the early 60s, Iran wasn’t the battlefield it is now. He never mentioned it was.
But my days were long and fun walking the fields in rain, hail or shine. I would read books for hours and make dens2 in the straw bales with my brother and his friends.
I loved the freedom, the innocence, even at 13, 3 and I loved the television with interesting and watchable programmes.
Today is very different. I understand that as people grow old, they talk about “the good old days”.4
But today we have so much more, and very different. That’s progress. I find myself thrilled with technology, Netflix, Sci-fi, Online shopping and a tonne of other offerings that make my life easy.
Growing up on the farm it was expected that we help by picking potatoes 5 by hand using a heavy wire basket. Stack straw bales by lifting them onto the elevator. Singled out the turnips, carried bags of corn into the granary and with no supermarket in sight we requested the shopkeeper what we wanted, and they would go and retrieve it off the shelf!
Not so long ago.
Change is growth.
The Butterfly6 insect begins life as an egg, quickly mutating into a larva (caterpillar) . The caterpillar rapidly grows and begins’ it’s journey into adulthood where it then develops inside a chrysalis and finally into the mature butterfly we see gaily flying from plant to plant, on a Summer’s day.
We are born to learn, in whatever way we conceive that to be.
As we grow from babies to toddlers, to children and the to adults, we are in constant motion on the evolutionary scale. We learn to crawl, to walk to speak and to ask for anything we would like at that moment.
To the naked eye, this continued growth is obvious and ongoing. Reaching puberty and into our mature years, change is constant. However to accept this change can be difficult, as it is not so obvious.
Let me tell you a story…
“My husband decided that he should take a job in Germany he had been accepted for. I didn’t want him to go. Our two boys were just babies., I had never lived on my own, I couldn’t drive and we lived in an isolated house in the country.
But, the decision had been taken and it appeared I had no say in the situation. Off he went, leaving me to “Just get on with it”.
Oh, I didn’t mention I had also just qualified as a beauty therapist and had only opened a health and beauty salon, Top to Toe, in Berwick upon tweed.
What did I do? I changed. I took taxis to my new salon, I hired a nanny for the children, I learned to drive. I became independent! My husband did not like the new me, and after a few years trying to change me back to the woman he married, he left and lived in Germany permanently.”
To be at one with yourself requires a discipline of awareness.
Knowledge that to stop, rest, relax or breathe in the power of existence is the manner we should be allowing ourselves, without commitment.
I am living through one of the fastest pacing changes of life that have ever been.7 And it’s great.
- http://www.speedofcreativity.org/2009/11/30/21-steps-to-21st-century-learning-by-bruce-dixon-ok1to1/ (This article was written in 2009. Oh so much more change from even then!’)