Another relatable post! Even in one's elder years this can come up. I spent 20 years working in a voluntary capacity for a regional environmental organization. At 73 I developed cancer. Because it was during the Covid emergency and to get treatment in the next state, which had a closed border, I ended up relocating across the border, and am now living in a large suburb. I'm in remission with hopefully a few years left. But who am I now? Still working that out.
Another relatable post! Even in one's elder years this can come up. I spent 20 years working in a voluntary capacity for a regional environmental organization. At 73 I developed cancer. Because it was during the Covid emergency and to get treatment in the next state, which had a closed border, I ended up relocating across the border, and am now living in a large suburb. I'm in remission with hopefully a few years left. But who am I now? Still working that out.
There’s a pithy line from ancient times, which goes: Neti, Neti, Neti. Loosely translated, it means: Not this, not that, nor that …
For me, it signifies a process of unlearning.
Towards that goal, I’m off next week to walk the Camino in northern Spain, hoping at least temporarily to vacate my mind.