I’m still searching for a title for my forthcoming book. Although primarily about aging, the book also has essays on the subjects I care about and have studied and discussed for years.
Aging: The Truth Be Told, is a title suggestion from one of my dear friends and kids going back to 1947. He has more thoughts on the book and its title. If you stay current with my blog, you know what the book will include. Although we do not know how Steve Z will edit it, I give him total freedom.
I mentioned the little village of Mürren in Switzerland because of our love for the mountains, anywhere and everywhere. This tiny village gave us so much in just a few days, such as the alpine meadows where we sat in a meadow and watched a farmer sound his giant alpine horn to connect with another unseen horn far away. The sound filled the valley and meadows, a beautiful way to communicate.
The following day, we hiked down a trail to the valley below. Past farmers and their families working their fields in clothes that likely haven’t changed for a thousand years. Pink pigs and large white and brown cows wandered free, nibbling on the grass.
We acknowledged everyone and the animals, and they did the same with us. It was a hike into the past that perhaps might never change. We could see the love for what they were doing and their way of life on their faces. How does one not envy this sense of belonging to where they live and what they do?
As I remember, we hiked a good 25 miles. Every step brought a smile, and the feeling of “all is well in the world.” We did not feel envy, only joy. Sy