when i don’t want things to be too thin

Two good books are swallowing me whole—anam cara and beauty the invisible embrace both by John O’Donohue. Each was loaned to me by one of my beloved grand girlfriends because she’s been watching me wavering between wallowing in the funk of aging and basking in a joy I’ve not know which seems to infuse me as I shuffle down this path.

A couple of quotes are helping me find my footing…I’ve smushed them into one.

“when you accumulate experience at such a tempo [were greed for destination obliterates the journey] everything becomes thin.”

How do I obliterate? What are the destinations I obliterate? What is it that I am trading for destination? What is the fear that accelerates me to my destination and therefore bypass the journey? Will I blink and be done?