Aging

I am almost gushy about how happy I am to be aging.   I’m not thinking about the ripeness of great-tasting cheese or wine that has matured in taste and texture.    I am thrilled about the newness and freshness that can rise with each new day.   For me being older is a new world and a new life.

I am quite familiar with the physical pains of aging.   Medical complaints seem to be a common topic of conversation when I get together with my older friends.  I admit that I haven’t fully accepted this reality.   But isn’t that part of what aging is about?   It is a time that I can recognize things as they actually are, and accept them.   Making friends with pain is part of that process.   I become even more aware of my body.    It reminds me to pay attention to it, I enter into it more routinely, I exercise it more intentionally, I judge more carefully what I am putting into it.

If I had paid this much attention to my body when I was much younger, I might even be more pain-free right now.

Aging for me has been an opportunity to put aside my concerns about social conventions.    I am fortunate not to have to earn money at this point in my life, and I feel free to pay little attention to what society demands of me, such as work.   I’ve probably never been “in  step” with social conventions, but I feel even less constrained now by what society might expect of me.   I do what I choose.

It is a time for me to reclaim wildness.    I was born wild, and I learned to conform to the norms of my culture.   This is not the wildness of shaggy hair, but the wildness of being born powerfully noble.   I am reclaiming that splendor, that wild energy deep inside of me that is my heritage.   It is a new beginning as I more easily put aside my preconceived notions about my life, my world.   I am taking the place that is rightly mine.

It is a time I more easily fall in love.   Loving has always seemed rather risky to me.    Now it is a routine part of life.   The focused awareness and open transparency of a lover is much easier for me to conjure and maintain.   It seems no more difficult than taking three deep breaths.

My brain still functions, so it is a time of intellectual curiosity and depth.   I cannot remember when I was more intellectually alive.   I know this is because the emotional constraints on my mind have been lessened.  I  am so much less afraid to be unaware, to question and to explore.  Aging gives such freedom of thought it seems a waste not to take advantage of it.

I am rejecting the image of being dumpy and frumpy just because I have lived a long life.   Instead, I accept that old age can be a time to free up natural powers that have been under wraps and social constraints.   It is a time to feel resplendent, if I choose.

I am more than an aging body.   I  am claiming my place as a manifestation of an intelligence and a reality that extends thru the universe.   This is a good time for me to come home to my own place in reality.