For Tea!

As I walk, albeit not really consciously, towards an important life threshold - at least nominally speaking - I dwell on what was, is and will be, but alas...no answers are forthcoming.

I don't really know how it all happened, and I'm not really clear about where it's all leading to. But about the present I know.  Be it social ,biological or a mixture of both arriving to forty years of age, is meeting me in a different way than all the rest have - to date.

I cannot play cool, forty does feel like a coming of age - am i actually growing up?...am I actually at the gates of mature world? - well if  am i want to stay here - at the gate! I never liked mature - or at least quite a number of common understandings i understood (or do i still?) it brings with it.

Movement, change, growth, big, loud, bright, colourful, beyond, and joy  are what I'm interested in, in no order of preference. But the sort of maturity that does not include these - well no thank you!

Now I'm aware it does not all depend on me - but until it does that's the recipe! I truly believe that if when the boss will impose otherwise - if he is the boss I believe he is - or she is for some of you out there I know - I truly believe it will be full of movement, change, growth, big, loud, bright, colourful, beyond, and joy, perhaps not in the way i understand it today, not in the shape form, physical reality we perceive it but others - in the mean time I'm training - like being at the gym - but without impacting my growing footprint on the planet.

I don't know if linguists have ever thought about it but "forty" phonetically sound like "for tea". And indeed it feels a bit like arriving for tea! Taking a moment, nourishing the fruits of so much labour put into the cuppa - including the tea growers, farmers cows, up to the kitchen hands that checked that the water was fully boiling to make it a fully fletched infusion as it should be!

I have now arrived for tea (its also a good way of not needing to face the numerical integer that limits the greatness - sadness and madness not to be mentioned - of the actual moment). So for those who have accompanied here - thanks - whether you where always on my good or not so good books - do books even matter in front of a cuppa? 

To the special ones a special thanks - you know I'm finicky about tea and greedy too - so thanks for the tea! I hope and look forward for more i'll come for more!


Having arrived here makes me now have to leave for tea! the pleasures! Leave! Movement! change!  growth!, big!, loud!, bright!, colourful!, beyond!, and joy! Leave to walk the walk and  act the talk!....continue crossing roads and building ones anew, until the movement changes, the big, loud, bright and colourful, will fade away.

Towards a beyond that will be different but will be joyful anyway, because until than ill be training - like at the gym - Movement, change, growth, big, loud, bright, colourful, beyond, and joy...beyond and joy!

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