Living things come in many colors, shapes, intricacies. I love a garden that is what you might call overgrown--forms and colors visiting one another, creating a little chaos! Each plant can have its own voice, but you might have to peak under another to find it. It may not be the boldest colored that becomes your favorite. It might just be creeping thyme along the footpath beneath the towering phlox that sings to you because of its sweet aroma and humble size, its longevity and heartiness.
This summer a friend told me his Dad said he had reached the "cellophane age". I had never heard of the "cellophane age" so of course wanted to know more. His Dad felt like people looked "through" him now that he had nearly reached the age of 90, that people no longer thought he had anything important to say or add to their lives. How sad! And how different from how I feel! The stories of lives before us are remarkable and inspiring. The strength of character, work ethic, patriotism, is not something we should look through, but up at in admiration and open our ears to the music of their stories, the wisdom they hold. And remember to be kind for we will be there too one day.
I'm sharing a little glimpse into the lives of some very dear friends whose story is tragic and beautiful, courageous and inspiring. They are older, but certainly not to be looked through.