Growing old is a gift, I cherish. My greatest commodity is time. The recent loss of my father has emphasized how very precious this life opportunity is. Whatever moments I get to live, regardless of the rainbow of emotional, undulation that colors them, are my only opportunity to color with my rainbow of human being-ness. CHEERS to coloring with tension and the paradox of life evolves...just for the Health of IT!
I’m only 52 so going grey wearing glasses etc is new. I see the horizon with less denial now. I see the pain coming from attachment. It’s like yes we were young and pretty once but were we really? An image can’t think. It was the timeless mind that was always watching. Now shocked and bummed by the wrinkles and approaching infirmity. Why? Because the mind is still vital. I choose mind over body.
Still wish I was that hot breakdancer of my youth though!
I guess I’d have to say I’m very, very lucky. So glad I get to share this journey with you. I love the way this piece feels like it really incorporates the best and the worst and highlights the ways in which many of those things result from choices — while some don’t. We’re on the same page, I’ve just read a tiny bit into the next chapter.
Growing old is a gift, I cherish. My greatest commodity is time. The recent loss of my father has emphasized how very precious this life opportunity is. Whatever moments I get to live, regardless of the rainbow of emotional, undulation that colors them, are my only opportunity to color with my rainbow of human being-ness. CHEERS to coloring with tension and the paradox of life evolves...just for the Health of IT!
Thank you for this, Tina. Loss is a teacher, I think. A teacher of hard lessons! I love your rainbow metaphor.
I’m only 52 so going grey wearing glasses etc is new. I see the horizon with less denial now. I see the pain coming from attachment. It’s like yes we were young and pretty once but were we really? An image can’t think. It was the timeless mind that was always watching. Now shocked and bummed by the wrinkles and approaching infirmity. Why? Because the mind is still vital. I choose mind over body.
Still wish I was that hot breakdancer of my youth though!
Thanks for the prompt
Thanks for this thoughtful, introspective response. I find this whole aging thing complicated and also sacred.
What a great title! and one which is ME ME ME.
I owe the title to my friend, Kaye.
I guess I’d have to say I’m very, very lucky. So glad I get to share this journey with you. I love the way this piece feels like it really incorporates the best and the worst and highlights the ways in which many of those things result from choices — while some don’t. We’re on the same page, I’ve just read a tiny bit into the next chapter.
So thankful for you.