I’ve recently been pondering some lines by W.B. Yeats:
An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress.
My favourite hymn is the Shaker ‘Simple Gifts’, the first verse of which is:
‘Tis the gift to be simple, ’tis the gift to be free ‘Tis the gift to come down where we ought to be, And when we find ourselves in the place just right, ‘Twill be in the valley of love and delight. When true simplicity is gained, To bow and to bend we shan’t be ashamed, To turn, turn will be our delight, Til by turning, turning we come ’round right
It is by being flexible and open to change that we find ourselves balanced, whole, and free.