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Letting My Soul “Be”

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I have to say that being in my 60’s feels like another coming of age experience. Oh, I know there’s lots of aches and pains. Things I can no longer do, but something within is changing on a deeper level. The term coming of age is often used as we go from the teen years into adulthood. But what do we really know at that age. It’s really only the beginning of experiencing life. What it has to teach us. Who we want to be. What we want to do. I remember when I turned 40 feeling like it was another coming of age experience. It was the beginning of truly getting to know, accept and like myself for who I was. I road into my 50’s with a little more confidence and understanding that it isn’t all about me, but about who I am in connection to something much bigger then myself, my religion and my calling. Now that I’ve been in my 60’s I feel lighter in many ways definitely freer. I sense this new coming of age is melding me together both body, mind and soul. This longing I have to simple “be” …it’s my soul calling to me.

 

“Oh…The Stories We Could Tell”

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“When a knowledgable old person dies, a whole library disappears.” –An old African proverb

I read an article today from my local newspaper titled, “Older people have knowledge to share—if we just listen” by Bob Rudy. It caught my attention for several reasons, one being that I spent time as a hospice volunteer a few years ago listening to the fascinating stories of people’s lives. Not only was it interesting to me, but the way their faces lit up as they told their stories turned out to be a gift for both of us.

I’ve also been working on my families genealogy for over 20 years now. I was fortunate to start it at a time when my parents were still alive, and as I dove into it I found myself wanting to know more about what their life was like growing up. They’ve both been gone a long time now and still I have question I wish I would have asked. I can’t imagine what it’s like to have never taken the time I did though to get to know them. It is true as the quote states as each family member passes away, a whole library disappears.

The other reason this subject is close to my heart is because I am a story teller myself, and as the younger generations calls us, I’m an older person myself. I like the phrase that getting older is not for wimps, because it is a time in a humans life when we have to work really hard to hang onto what we have. Sometimes it even feels like your slowly disappearing, fading into space as we lose our hearing, sight, coordination and many other facilities that make you feel like a child again. But ask us to tell you one of our stories and we become energized. Our eyes will light up, and just maybe we’ll feel like our lives matters once again, and you’ll hear a real live story like the ones you read in a book you borrow from the library.

“Sunday’s with Ollie”

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“Happy Birthday to me!”

June was the month of my birth. I’m 12 now, that’s 84 in human years. I have no concept of what age really means though, unlike humans, for that I feel like a lucky dog.The only thing that tells a dog that something is different are the symptoms we feel in the moment they affect us. They go as quickly as they come. To us dogs we are forever the same, so if we have a burst of excitement we go right into the same dance we always did in that moment. I have seen my Connie do the same kind of dancing when the music gets her going. She’s like a lucky dog in those moments too, because she’s forgotten about age. She’s always amazed at the moves she still has. Even though I wish she would stop, I can’t bare to watch sometimes, it’s worth seeing the smile it brings to her face. That in-itself makes her look young again.

So maybe age is about the way we feel, and not about the number of years we’ve lived. It’s called a lucky dog concept, feel what you feel in the moment then forget about it when it passes. Life is all about living in the moments. Hot dog…I’ve become wise in my 84 years!