Today is mine. If I live in the shadows of others it is my choice. But today the sun shines and I live in the purity of self, hoping days end will show Grace, Kindness, and Love, Creativity and Generosity. (I do so hate those ending in sloth, laziness, neglect, and ignorance – you know – most days 😕 😁 )
Poems speak to one in many ways; rhythm, meaning, metaphor, reality. They can be soft and soothing, or hard and brutal, warm or cold, nurturing or ball busting.
Joss Burnel, an expat living and writing in Cuenca, Equador, has written many a poetic word.
One in particular caught my eye yesterday and moved my spirit.
Now I can explain about my Thursday evening meetings with my international group of three, in which every possible topic is discussed including what we are writing, and reading, and commenting on the world at large. We started as bloggers six or seven years ago, then emailing, and now using Skype world wide.
Me in South Western, Ontario, Canada, Joss in Cuenca, Equador, and Judith Baxter in Wellington, New Zealand.
I am the one in the white robe stoically fighting a cold. (and if you think it did not take a considerable degree of bravery to post such a photo, you would be wrong. I swear I do look better most days. Honest..) Judith is beside me and Joss above.
OH! Back to the poem. It perfectly reflects my thoughts this week and with Joss’ permission I present it to you now. (Highlighting is mine)
When you let go
of the fear,
the worry and
When you stop
and sorry train…
When you accept
that what is
done is done,
When you live
this day in
as the only
matters – that
When you allow
self to be
Then, the beauty
of today finds you
and brings you
Then your breath
to be deep
and to resonate
to relax and
let go of terror…
here is the truth
Then you know
that there is
life beyond the
worry and anxiety,
filled with beauty
and that, truly,
all is well
and grace beyond
~Joss Burnel / 2012
Amy Nora Doyle. is how she signed off her About page but we mostly just know her as Amy.
Soul Dipper and Spirit Builder by Design. When I write these few words I feel the completeness of Amy and her world. However for any of you who are not familiar with her, please allow me to lead you.
On January 9, 2010 Amy took to the written word and the last words of that post are:
Embrace your highest source of power and love. Focus on it; carry it with all your being. With that power, no matter what life puts in your path, there you will stand – strong in the face of adversity. And that is called SOUL.
We fuss and worry and scoot along our lives regretting the past sometimes and fearing the future, when there is an opportunity to embrace our strength, our power, our love, that will allow us to weather what comes.
Understanding does not depend upon, nor does it denigrate any religion, or belief systems. It is a message of love.
It matters not whether you choose to believe, visiting Soul Dipper is always a peaceful experience.
Amy lives in one of the most beautiful parts of Canada. I spent some time there a few years ago…long before I found the Blogosphere and all my dear ones in it and the near by ocean and beautiful trees vie for beauty in the gentlest rains I have ever seen.
We give celebration to the important things in our lives, as you know, I do this each Friday by honoring my own list of heroes one at a time. These are all people worthy of FITFS – Following in The FootSteps – for me and while I cannot ‘become’ I can try to emulate them in some way.
Soul Dipper is not at all ever serious or encumbered by weighty soul sucking problems, she is funny as in her post on The Secret to Why Men Don’t Ask for Directions or it can be about a fab dinner. Well I could go on and on but that would be just replicating or trying to replicate the perfection of what is.
Please do stop by, say hi, and allow yourself a moment of peace.
- Lighting up the Blog-o-sphere one flicker at a time, 9/20/12 (lornasvoice.com)
Will you still need me; will you still feed me, when I’m sixty-four?
When The Beatles first sang this song in 1967 I was young enough that 35 seemed very old and the thought of ever turning 64 seemed pretty much impossible. I just didn’t give it much thought. Well sixty-four now passed me by.
I’ve been musing a lot lately; thinking, considering, evaluating, contemplating. Probably because I am about to enter my sixty-fifth year and it is a new frontier. Neither of my folks reached this age and I am the oldest of my siblings and most of my cousins. I know, I know. Many of you are saying 65 is not old and I keep hearing things like, ‘sixty is the new forty.’ Well, I remember forty and no it isn’t quite. The spirit is willing, and there are many things I do that make me feel pretty good, pretty healthy, pretty young, but the song I most identify with is Toby Keith’s ‘As Good As I Once Was’.
‘I ain’t as good as I once was
But I’m as good once as I ever was.’
The most interesting thing to have happened this past week in talking to my friends/family about my party on Friday is that I don’t want any gifts because….and this is the most exciting part…I suddenly realized that there is nothing on this earth that I need or want.
This doesn’t mean that I have everything – it means I am happy, content and satisfied.
I went outside for my usual evening outing to look at the sky last night and on spying the first star I began my little ‘Star light, Star bright, grant the wish I wish tonight’ and stopped just as I started with the realization that I do not have anything to wish for. And then the epiphany – I am happier right now than I have ever been in my life. The knowledge came to me quite suddenly and without much ado – it just sort of is.
I still have mountains to climb, dreams to fulfill, stories to create, but I also have happiness, contentment, and gratitude.
I guess as I finish writing this I realize there is a wish I will make on tonight’s star, and that is that every one of you will find this same happiness.
I am fortunate to have people who love me – in spite of myself (I have marveled at that before) and if I have one particular goal this year it will be to let all of them know how much they mean to me.
Who knew? I do know that this is already the best birthday of my life.
I asked for wisdom and got it and found it is painful to be so wise.
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I’ve heard that once in a great while miracles occur. Tomorrow Mark Pakulak who is, as far as I am concerned The King ( sorry Elvis) is doing a guest post…mine. I have to admit I have no idea what this means except that Mark, Idiot as he claims to be, is recognizing me…the girl on the mountain, who just met my 10,000th hit whereas he is looking at his 2 millionth – is that a word?. I am befuddled, astir with excitement, flushed even.
I have mentioned before how much I adore this man for his bravery and courage, and downright silly humor. He is the Jack Benny, the Bob Hope, the Jerry Seinfeld, the Jimmy Fallon, the Jay Leno of my life.
I don’t want to seem maudlin but damn that man knows how to write and he stirs my soul as he does for so many. He does have a harem of which I am one.
Please do me a favor folks and check into redriverpak.wordpress.com not just for my post but for the best fun you can ever have. This guy is amazing. Now please keep in mind that I have a bet on that he will reach his 2 millionth view on March 15th..you know the Ides of March and all that so if he has not made his 2 by then please click in and help me win. I cannot imagine being adored for one week by none other than The Idiot..so do give me a hand..
I have discovered the illicit fun to be gotten from having the recorder on my phone
tape delightful secret words. I have meandering chatter by G2 as he explores his imagination with his toys unaware that his sweet voice ……
This past Saturday my sister and I went to visit a dear aunt; a sole survivor of ten, and my Mom’s sister who is now 84 years old. I listened, awestruck as she recounted things from her youth, the war and life in Canada. She and my mom were both war brides.
It was the best three hours I have spent ever. Tea and chat – laughs and tears. She is the
last historian for that side of the family, the last voice to be heard. I sit now listening marveling at her memory which may take a few minutes to unravel but unravel it she does.
I listen to, “It was in 1936 and…..”
Several things strike me as wonderful and in some ways a little sad; her work ethic for
one. We seem to be afraid of this kind of work ethic these days, and would call it child labor, but then everyone worked. When she was 10 she delivered papers early in the morning then returned home for breakfast and off to school. After school it was chores, then supper, then brownies and then she ran deliveries for the local merchant. The next morning it started all over again. She said that each week when the merchant would pay her she would have him keep back a portion of her pay and then each Christmas a huge basket of food would arrive at their front door from the shop keeper. The gift was anonymous and no one ever did find out who it came from.
Her husband to be was from the North Nova Scotia Highlanders and both he and his brother Gerald were in the same unit. Gerald never did make it home and when he first died it was unknown who he was. His brother had arrived at the cemetery in
France to deliver something and seeing his brother’s body was the first time he
knew he had died. My aunt took a few moments to remember and name several others who did not make it home.
Working hard is not something this lady did…it is something she continues to do every
day..and she continues to do for others.
She is smart as a whip about current events and her opinions are based
on good thought….she is who I would like to be when I grow up….you know..once I
leave my sixties..it takes some of us longer to grow up than others.
With Grumpy Old Men
That really was the start of a new awareness about life and the uh elderly..no..I mean life in the more senior population. Notice I say life in not life about.
I’m talking about the movie, not real life grumpy old men. Or real life grumpy old women for that
matter. Age, or aged, depending on how
you look at it is popular right now, probably because all we baby boomers decided not to accept ‘old’ as meaning ‘old’.
When I was twenty I thought thirty was ancient and how ridiculous that seems now. At twenty I could not imagine feeling or looking any different – ever. A woman I know at
the age of seventy-six went zip lining a couple of weeks ago and loved it. Now I tend to think eighty-five is old but may have a different point of view when I get there. I tend not to glimpse in the mirror as often anymore as the reflection belies how I actually feel.
I do seem more conscious of age now and have been looking at what makes age ‘old’ because in spite of people thinking I am much younger the facts are the facts: I am a
It seems to come down to energy and joy in living. I have met some in their thirties who are much older than I, who seem beaten down, exhausted, too weary, and as though gravity itself is a weight that relentlessly prevents living. Energy does not even
have to be physical activity but can be mental.
The fountain of youth as sought by Ponce de Leon was thought to be a fountain and the myth of magic waters actually extended back a thousand or more years.
Men and women alike seek eternal youth through plastics and injections which to me really has the opposite effect. Nothing
like spotting implants and unmovable facial skin makes me shake my head and wonder where the common sense is and what trigger in their brain convinces them, as they stare into a mirror that they are younger or better looking.
Longevity is of interest to me (current life span in America is 78 and in Japan is 83)
but it is not the number of years of living but the quality of life in those years. Tibet’s longevity is interesting for there the goal is for a long and healthy life. One is no good without the other.
There are a few things that are consistent in everything I have read
about youthful living.
My idea of 5 Factors for Ageless Aging
1) ENERGY of course that makes each day
an adventure whether physical or mental – actually looking forward to each day
or minute. Moving with intention. Showing interest in just about anything. That
2) A SENSE OF PEACE or acceptance – the
feeling that you are not at odds with the world on a daily basis. It is not that you accept injustice but within you your mind and soul are at peace with yourself. I don’t think this applies only to religious folk but each of us can find a viable truth within ourselves that makes some sense of existence. Que Sera Sera. No point in getting your girdle in a knot, as they say about things you cannot change.
3) SENSE OF HUMOR – this seems to be core to even wanting to live a long worthy life because if you cannot laugh at the irony of life or at yourself for that matter then why would anyone even want to exist for however long?
4) GRATITUDE – so essential, not because you have to, not because God demands it, but because it increasesappreciation of everything large and small around us.
5) JOY – What was the last thing you were really joyful about? Try looking at
just about anything right now, the first object to your right and finding some
joy in it. Just for the heck of it. Just because.
What is your true age and how do you define it?
‘The eyes are the windows to the soul’ is an oft used phrase and is pretty accurate as
they reflect pain, sorrow, happiness, deceit, smugness, life, love..the list
could go on and on…but they also show age, for the youth, regardless of years
have a sparkle called life and when that sparkle ceases to show then regardless
of years, there is only ‘old’.
BTW sparkles can come back. There is little
else more rewarding that bringing joy to another and seeing life.