To the brothers & sisters of Generation ME,
Fall is here. I can feel it's presence, sense it in our conversations (both spoken and unspoken), and see it in our eyes. We know Fall as a planetary season, but never before have we experienced Fall as a life cycle. However, if you've recently celebrated or are slated to celebrate the Big 50, I say to you my friend... Welcome to Fall.
Fall is here. Just yesterday, our leaves were Summery hues. Overnight, tinges of Autumn un-colored our foliage - a hair here, a forest there. Follicles fall leaving us bald. Tributaries have taken up residence where happy lines once flashed. Mirror, mirror on the wall... who the heck is THIS person and why are they showing up in MY mirror?
Fall is here, our season of transition. Our Spring is but a memory. Our Summer? Yesterday's news. Our Fall is before us. What shall we do, my brother? My sister? What shall we do?
Family, our Fall is here. Whether your life-to-date reconciliation didn't balance out or your dreams appear to be fading at warp speed, one thing is certain: we are entering our season of transition. Before you take radical actions or panic, I'm simply asking you to step back, take a deep breath and respect the process. It is necessary. It can be difficult. But, it is definitely in Divine Order. Welcome it.
I don't have the answers for what lie ahead. I do believe there are two things we each can do that will benefit us greatly. First, let's agree to open and honest communication. Who knew of those dreams now appearing in your rear view mirror? Who knew? Let's have real dialog, withholding the judgement. Let's keep it real.
Second, the path that we each must travel is cloaked in uncertainty. And yet, the pathway into Fall is well-travelled. We can illuminate our pathway by turning to the greatest, natural resource on earth, our elders. We may have bigger houses, fancier cars, bigger titles, and have out-earned them, but we'll never out-learn them. Seek out their counsel and sit as a child. Speak a little/listen a lot. No cell-phones, no 30 minute time allotments. Theirs is a wisdom acquired from every season. Invest quality time and you'll be rewarded with wisdom that not even Oprah money can't buy.
Happy 50th, Generation Me. May you experience a peace that surpasses all understanding. Love, That Johnson Boy.