I was going to write about wisdom. Then hoses of our newly-installed washing machine started to drip water and that was a whole drama. Resolved now. Back to original plan.
Do you all understand what wisdom even is? I’ve had several conversations lately in which I wind up at “I don’t know.”
Because the concept can be different for everyone. Even what to me feels like the Ur-Wise Guidance–Patience, my friend–might be terribly unwise for someone in an abusive situation.
I know that several thought systems organize around the idea of known and received wisdom, and many people find great comfort and insight there. But that way doesn’t work for my particular mindset, or my experience of the enormous gift that is a life.
But I do experience the feeling of wisdom, now and then, these days. My self, whatever that is, says to my self, “Give it time.” A faulty washing machine installation, making new friends, the fortunes and fates of those I love so dearly I’d give up my beloved life for them in an instant, for everything, “give it time.”
This doesn’t have to mean “Wait.” It means find inside of yourself the weight of all the time you’ve lived through. The experience of time passing in and of itself, rather than any specific lesson you may have learned in that time. Actively give whatever you’re facing, time.
Access to feeling wise is enough for me. To feel wise is calming, loving and gives hope, whether codified wisdom in fact exists or not. And this access can help other people feel better.
Because the other piece, in my completely invented opinion, is offering someone else the chance to feel, in conversation, that wisdom is possible. I only experience this when I’m listening carefully to a person in need, and I get out of my own way and answer from deep in my heart. Probably from a time of struggle. And time, of course, will have passed since and I feel its tailwind.
This is when I wish I had become a professor and knew a physics genius I could take to tea and ask what if anything science knows about the relationship of time to consciousness. We’d want to invite our friend the neurologist as well.
But lacking expertise, and in the interest of trying to make an iota of sense, I’ll just say that getting older offers different opportunities for joy than those I knew before.
Have a lovely weekend, each and every one of you.