Childhood has its games, adulthood its responsibilities; youth have their flame, the aged, their light. But our denial of nature and our desire to control it confuses us about the seasons of our lives. Rather than living each season fully, we jumble them together in bits and pieces, giving us childish 40-year-olds and 60-year-old teenagers! But we are never happy, because we are never satisfied with the season in which we live. In this we could learn much from those whom life has confined to a single season. Dwelling in the innocence of childhood, they are both more alive to their place of belonging and more present to the “now” that opens onto eternity.
Noella, from L'Arche Le Printemps, in St-Malachie (Québec). Photo by Jonathan Boulet-Groulx.
«Whose way of thinking with his age
Suits not, can ne'er be deemed a sage.
Let sprightly youth its follies gay,
Its follies amiable display;
Life to two moments is confined,
Let one to wisdom be consigned.»
Voltaire, From Love to Friendship.