I’m enjoying life more fully now than I ever have ... I don’t for a moment regret being seventy-two years old. It’s part of life, just like getting born was; just like being a jackass and an adolescent was. (Laughs.) And I’m continually, repeatedly discovering or having experiences sitting out in the yard and listening to the spring coming into the land, watching my purple martins, knowing that they’ve been all the way down to the southern tip of South America, have come back, found the same house — same hole in the house (laughs) — that they were raised in. This great capacity of life to renew itself. I think perhaps I’m more sensitive to that than ever before. I’m more sensitive to the fact that when Robert Browning had Rabbi Ben Ezra say, “Grow old along with me, the best is yet to be, the last of life, for which the first was made” — that this is absolutely profound.
—John Henry Faulk, radio broadcaster, “Johnny’s Front Porch,” from The Search for Meaning by Philip L. Berman
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This was perfect for my morning. My internal chaos was getting the best of me and this kind of tamed the impulse to give in to it.