AncienTrails

Spring and Kepler’s Moon

Monday gratefuls: Gabe and his birthday retinue. My son and his wife. Getting ready to move. Getting old and being old. Why Liberalism Failed by Patrick Deneen. Kep, my sweet boy. Freedom to travel. Someday soon. The Ancientbrothers. Our church. Evergreen Market. Stuffed Bell Peppers. Broccoli salad. Bread Lounge Sourdough. Radiation #5 today. CJ Box, one more book.

Sparks of Joy and Awe: Acceptance

Caveat to this post. I write from a place of white privilege, of male privilege, of financial stability, and also from a beautiful home in a beautiful place. So take this as the thoughts of an older guy happily situated. And glad that he is.

A few thoughts about getting old. 76 is NOT the new 56 or 66 or whatever. 76 is the age I am now. And, how it feels to be 76 is how I feel right now. What I mean is. If I feel strong and capable. If I feel playful. If I feel ready to live each day fully. If I feel tired and sick. If I feel engaged with life. Then that’s how 76 feels for me. Not putting this on anyone else. But I don’t honor my own path if I try to convince myself that not only I do feel like 60, but that this age is the equivalent of how I felt at 60. No. I am who I am at each moment in my life both regardless of and because of my age.

I do not feel like I’m 25 inside. I feel like I’m 76. I also recognize what people mean when they say they’ve felt the same age for a long time. There is a certain agelessness to the Self. But for me rather than tether that feeling to a younger age I acknowledge the Self as an aspect of me, perhaps my soul, that senses both the lived moment and the possibility of eternity.

I want younger folks to know that being old is glorious. A time for reaping the harvest of years. That each age we are is glorious, but old age has a release from the harsh demands of work and ambition as well as a release from the illusion of immortality. This gives life in old age a richness and texture very different from earlier life periods. Its relative brevity focuses us, or can focus us, on the beauty of each experienced moment. The never to be repeated moment that the Japanese tea ceremony calls ichi go, ichi e. Once in a lifetime.

This visit with a friend. That meal with loved family. The hike today. The Sunrise. The colors of Dawn and Dusk. The greeting of a Dog. Even the illness of a wife or a beloved pet. Once in a lifetime. And so, so precious because of that.

This journey, this ancientrail of life. It does not need massaging with the oils of youth. When young, blaze along the trail. When middle aged work and love your children. When old savor the day. And the fact of living. No matter your age or circumstance.

One brief, shining moment: I rocked back in my chair holding that book, the one this week that shook my world, made me see our lives in a way as different from what I believed as the hare is from the tortoise.