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| My husband David Rynick in North Wales, UK |
I was inspired to write a short reflection on aging by the lovely one posted today by my teacher James Ford on his Monkey Mind blog. (If you don't know Monkey Mind, you're in for a treat...Plus, there's a video of Frank Sinatra.)
Being quite youthful myself -- only 59 -- I can feel myself tipping steadily -- or is it unsteadily? -- into my 60th year. Younger people seem to project more mother-like attributes than sister-like ones onto me. And my recovery from physical injuries and illnesses seems impossibly slower than I ever remember. Death is clearly approaching, softening me up for the ultimate fall.
Of course, the positive side of the approach to 60 years is that my recovery from emotional injuries is much more rapid. This may have something to do with the seemingly endless hours spent in meditation over the decades, sitting still and coming to terms with all the nonsense produced by my mind and heart, but who knows?
All I really know is that I truly appreciate the helpful road signs posted by the good people of North Wales. Consider yourself warned.
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