Perhaps growing older is not so much about becoming someone different, but about rediscovering who we have always been. I used to think growing older meant moving further away from the girl I once was, but in many ways it has brought me back to her. Getting older has not made me less myself, but…
Tag: ageing
A Year of Reflection
Sometimes it takes standing between generations to truly recognise where we are in our own journey. I have often found myself thinking of life in chapters of ten years. There is something about a decade that seems to give the passing of time a shape. Ten years can sound like such a long stretch when…
The Stories We Keep
The stories we hear again and again often become the ones we carry long after the storyteller has fallen silent. There is something about the smell of cardamom and cinnamon in the kitchen, and the feel of flour on the bench, that seems to loosen old stories and bring them back to the surface. When…
Skip with me, nanna!
Growing older teaches us that giving between generations was never one-way. We were just walking, hand in hand, the way grandmothers and little granddaughters do. The day was mild, the sky wide and blue, and her tiny fingers wrapped around mine with the kind of trust that softens your soul. “Nanna,” she said, looking up…
True Beauty
Older generations are worthy of honour for the wisdom they carry, the hardships they have endured, and the lives and stories that have shaped the world we inherited. During my visit to the hospital to see my mum today, I shared the elevator with an elderly couple. They got off one floor before me, and…
Changing Seasons
Surrendering to a season of slowing down is not giving up; it is understanding that we are more than our achievements and that even our quietest days matter. The seasons come and the seasons change. Time keeps moving, steady and unrelenting. Life can feel long when we are walking through it, yet deep down we…
This Moment
Being fully present is the closest we can come to holding on to what cannot last. I rose before the sun this morning and slipped out the door while the world was still half asleep. The birds were already awake, singing their bright hopeful songs into the dawn, sounding far more cheerful than I felt…
