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How will today change you?

Life is busy.  Life is difficult (as Scott Peck reminded us.)

Life is unpredictable. Life is filled with too many lists.

Too many emails.

Too many distractions.

Too many thefts of our time, our minds, our need to actually live the moment. Weeks fly by and we can’t remember what we did. Yesterday goes by in a flash and we aren’t even sure what we had for lunch.mac-glasses

Yet I’m sure in every 24-hour period, there are countless opportunities when we can think of another person. Be kind to a stranger. Refrain from scowling at a bad driver. Actually notice how the sun is reflecting off a flower petal.

Remember that we are alive, we are fragile, and we want every second to count. Especially as we grow older…we boomers and beyond understand how rich life can be if we are present.

Quaker poet Jeanne Lohmann invites us to pause and just be alive in her wonderful poem, “Questions Before Dark”:

 

“Questions Before Dark”

“Day ends, and before sleep
when the sky dies down,

consider your altered state: 

has this day changed you?  

Are the corners sharper or rounded off? 

 Did you live with death?  

Make decisions that quieted?  

Find one clear word that fit? 

 At the sun’s midpoint did you notice a pitch of absence,
bewilderment that invites the possible? 

 What did you learn from things you dropped

 and picked up and dropped again? 

Did you set a straw parallel to the river, 

let the flow carry you downstream?”

Jeanne Lohmann

So many good things here. We do, especially as boomers and beyond, live with death. Our friends, our families, our own mortality. But I don’t see this as a depressing thing; more as a call to life.

photo - Version 2Especially when she quickly brings up the idea of “bewilderment”.

To me, that’s a wonderful way to describe the natural world around us. So many miracles. Yet unless we make a conscious effort to see them, we walk right past them.

I love the idea of contemplating how each day changes us. As Buddha said, we never enter the same river twice. And there’s a lot to be said for occasionally noting where we are on our journey.

 

“Before I can tell my life what I want to do with it, I must listen to my life telling me who I am.”

            Parker Palmer

Do you have the time?

Time is so precious.  We understand this so much more as we age.   I think when most of us were much younger, we saw the future as a very long road stretching out before us to infinity, with no end or at least one that wasn’t anywhere in sight. We “had” time to play, to make and lose friends, to eat what we wanted, maybe drink too much, not exercise enough, and whatever struck our fancy because, after all, we “had” time.

tEREUy1vSfuSu8LzTop3_IMG_2538Then a few years went by.

We saw a few strange marks on our faces (“are those wrinkles?  Can’t be.”)  We couldn’t stay up quite as late, but we sure tried.  We noticed how some friends seemed to drift away, yet we didn’t work too hard to get back in touch. After all, we were now working hard on getting things right:  our marriages, our careers, our portfolios.  The other things, like peace of mind or emotional health?  Oh, there’d be plenty of time to worry about that later.

And since we were never really going to grow old, it didn’t matter anyway.

Then a lot more years went by, and very quickly.  Much too quickly.

Yet now we are more content with who and what we are because we recognize—this is who we are.  Spending a few hours with a good friend is priceless.  Reading a really engrossing novel is fulfilling.  Watching a grandchild or great niece or nephew giggle is a joy, because we know how quickly they will grow up.  Watching a spectacular sunset fills us with awe and isn’t something we take for granted.  We are still on our path, but we recognize we’re closer to the end…at least on this planet.

We see how fast time goes by now.

Or did it always?

IMG_0600It’s bittersweet.  And depending upon your beliefs, it could just be the beginning, with another path awaiting our spirits that won’t be revealed until we leave our achy joints and bad feet behind.  But regardless of where your heart lies, it’s good to just be where you are, in every moment.  And if it’s not a good place, then give yourself permission to make it so.

Because a moment is just that—and it’s gone so fast.  As boomers and beyond, we know how to make the of them.  2018 is a great time to start.

“Time is the wisest counselor of all.”

          Pericles

12 days of a boomer Christmas.

12 Days of a Boomer Christmas

On the first day of Christmas, my Subaru gave to me…..

a broken transmission they’ll repair for free.

On the second day of Christmas, my neighbor’s trees gave to me….

two zillion new leaves, and a broken transmission they’ll fix for free.

On the third day of Christmas, my utility company gave to me….

a lovely rate increase, two zillion leaves, and a broken transmission they’ll fix for free.

On the fourth day of Christmas, my clients gave to me….…

 last-minute rush jobs, a lovely rate increase, two zillion leaves, and a transmission they fix for free.

On the fifth day of Christmas, my pantry gave to me….…

chili cheese fritos!   last-minute rush jobs, a lovely rate increase, two zillion leaves, and a transmission they fix for free.

On the sixth day of Christmas, my closet gave to me….…

the next size, chili cheese fritos!  last-minute rush jobs, a lovely rate increase, two zillion leaves, and why is it always  me.

On the seventh day of Christmas, my remotes gave to me

seven batteries a-dying, the next size, chili cheese fritos!  last-minute rush jobs, a lovely rate increase,  two gazillion leaves, and broken transmission oh golly gee.

On the eighth day of Christmas, my dog gave to me….

eight bags of black hair, seven batteries a-dying, the next size, chili cheese fritos!  last-minute rush jobs, a  lovely rate increase, two gazillion leaves, and a transmission they fix for free.

On the ninth day of Christmas, my subconscious gave to me

nine ways to feel guilty, eight bags of black hair, seven batteries a-dying, the next size, chili cheese fritos!  Four last-minute rush jobs, a  lovely rate increase, two gazillion leaves, and please please someone help me.

On the tenth day of Christmas, driving gave to me

ten new swear words …nine ways to feel guilty, eight bags of black hair, seven batteries a-dying, the next size, chili cheese fritos!  Four last-minute rush jobs, a  lovely rate increase, two gazillion leaves, and someone get the cat out of the tree.

On the eleventh  day of Christmas, my oven gave to me

eleven ways to ruin cookies …ten new swear words, nine ways to feel guilty, eight bags of black hair, seven batteries a-dying, the next size, chili cheese fritos!  Four last-minute rush jobs, a  lovely rate increase, two gazillion leaves, and please please someone help me.

On the twelfth day of Christmas, my heart gave to me….

12 reasons to be happy

11 million reasons to be grateful

10 ways to find joy each day

9 people I could help right now

8 chances to smile every hour

7 recipes to share

6 songs I could hum as I drive

5 people I could wave to as they cut me off in traffic! 

4 elderly friends who could use a visit

3 old friends I miss

2 donations to make

and a Merry Christmas to one and all!

 

 

“Ho Ho Ho!”

   Santa Claus

 

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