Content

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Content.  How do you pronounce and therefore define that word?    If it was accented on the first syllable, you are looking for something to fill your mind, your page, or your knowledge base.  Those reading this word with an accent on the last syllable probably think its a word concerning ease, peace, and a state of being.  It’s a funny word because how you say it determines its meaning.  Accent is everything, not only in our vocabulary, but in our lives.  Perhaps our stage of life is a factor in where we put the accents.  Changing our accent or focus changes our lives, just as it changes this word. 
 

 Each day or even each hour within a day I have a different focus, I accent different perspectives.  I need content to make me whole.  I need to be content with my wholeness.  Now that I am in the second half of life my accent truly is on the end syllable more often than the first.  So here I am pondering whether to add more content to the overloaded cyberspace.  Yet because I am content more often than not, I want to pass along some thoughts, learnings, and perhaps even some wisdom. 

Growing beyond midlife pushed me unexpectedly into the realm of looking at the same things with a different accent.  Living halfway up the mountain is a different vista than life in the valley, yet the geography is the same.  Even now I see the changes in the landscape of language.    I can’t be content with content anymore.  I can only be content when I contend with the content; wrestle out new perspectives, and capture the essence in a framework of emerging values and overarching love.   In other words, I crave meaning.  When I was younger, I just did what was required, gathered in what the world offered, and didn’t ponder too much because there wasn’t time.  Now requirements mean little, the act of gathering is a choice rather than a challenge, and pondering is a way of life. 

Don’t expect grand ponderings.  It is the little things in life to be celebrated, questioned, and appreciated.  The sunrise or snow on a holly berry are the content of my life that will leave me content in the end.  Welcome to a small part of my world and may you find the meaning of content that is right for you at this moment.

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