“It is said that young loves autumn best because it promises the fruits of maturity, but that age loves spring best because it recalls the freshness of beginnings. When we have come into that quiet place that age opens us to, into the secret, walled garden of remembrance, the deeds of our lives seem of less moment than the miraculous spiral of life. The old pains and joys, the treacheries and rejections as well as the sweets and pleasures, find their resting place. It is at such moments that we find windows to accept or bestow forgiveness, to forget injuries, to fully appreciate the riches that have come to us, and to accept and cease to regret the things we have not done..
The returning cycles of the year bring us ever nearer to the heart of things, to the core of ourselves, wherein all things cease to spiral. At the perfect heart of the still centre which is the soul’s home, there is a different vision – not the view of the traveller along the way, but the intimate perspective of age, which at last understands the motions of life from the heart’s stillness.”
From The Celtic Spirit: Daily Meditations for the Turning Year by Caitlin Matthews
Chorlton Unitarians 