aged vs. old

in life, there are some things that can’t be re-created.  i firmly believe that the best things in life are those that have age + a story.  that doesn’t mean everything “old” is “aged”.  old is standing the test of time.  an old shirt, an old picture, an old car.  while things old are impressive by their sheer perseverance to have survived as long as they have, they don’t cross the threshold to ‘aged’ without having lived, without having a story.

pause for a moment + think of something that is old. now without letting that thing go, think of how you experienced it. can you touch it? feel it? smell it?

at my desk at all times, is a baseball. for me it invokes memories of childhood, of playing a game. but even more, it brings a feeling. i feel the dirt, smell the grass, taste the sunflower seeds, hear the sound of the ball hitting leather. i also can feel the wooden bench + see a hand in the bucket pulling out another clay stained ball for a round of batting practice. a simple baseball can calm my mind + set me at ease. now the ball on my desk has not been with me since childhood, nor is it one that is brand new out of box. it was fished out of a bucket from one too many batting practices. a few smudges, few rough spots, multiple frayed seams. it’s not the ball itself in its ‘loved’ condition, it’s the places that ball + so many before it have been. it is about the feeling of that ball + all its stitching + dirt that rolls around in my hand.

what’s your baseball? is it an old car that you remember riding with a loved one in? how about a watch or some jewelry that’s been passed down? it could simply be a combination of coke + peanuts that are an aged coupling that invokes memories, tastes + sounds of the past.

something aged has gone through a process of growing old while gaining wisdom, building a story, living. aged makes mistakes, has some dings, some scars, some tales to tell. a tree that has stood tall thru storms, thru more birds nests than it can remember + even that tree house that got added three families ago. it has lived, it’s been loved + it’s seen time pass while leaving a little of itself, but taking nothing in return.

we can all hope to one day be aged, not just old. to have a story, to tell that story + to leave a piece of who we are in the memories we leave behind. what baseball will you leave for those who come next?


porch: (noun) an addition to a dwelling that allows for a covered seating area. e.g. “meet you out on the porch” / (verb) filling up your cup; resting your bones e.g. “let’s porch this”

a porch is a place. a porch is a feeling.  a porch is where nature meets man-made.  it is a room “missing” a few walls.  that is just the start of what a porch is + can be.  there is no wrong way to do a porch (other than to not do it at all).  when you need a place to sit, to stop, to crossword, to relax, to talk, to listen….to be, the porch is it.  a few simple actions taken make just as big a difference as the items found there.  from an architectural standpoint, each part of a porch has a story, each has a purpose + most of all, a function. some aspects are purely functional: a way to keep out the rain, push back the harshest parts of the sun, welcome in the breeze + enjoy the smells.  a place that is neither in nor out, coming nor going.  a place that is never meant to be everything, but somehow provides a vehicle to all that we need, whenever we need it.  like the fireflies that come by in the summer, or the sound of a late-season downpour.  it can’t be captured, only experienced.

most importantly a porch becomes a part of who you are, if you will take the time to let it.  it isn’t intrusive or distracting or demanding.  it is something that ages as we do + it is timeless in a way we can’t be.  a place where memories are made + remembered simultaneously. 

what makes a porch?  that is difficult to answer, yet easy for anyone to sense.  for one person it might be a rocking chair that invokes time with a parent or grandparent.  for another it might be a well worn spot of a family dog.  for someone else it might be a swing that can fly you to some destination you’re dreaming of or simply watching children at play in the yard.  whatever the porch elements, that feeling is what makes the porch, well the porch.  

x ink