I shared this from my 40s then. And now, in my 50s, I feel it even more deeply: The essence of who we are… doesn’t grow old. The consciousness within — the isness — is timeless. It was there at 10… at 30… now.
Unmoved. Unshaken. Always. Yes, the body changes.
Yes, the stories shift.
But the witness within remains. Let’s meet there.
In the unchanging space of awareness.
In the quiet miracle of what we truly are.