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Ready to March?

01/17/2017 /

 

Why participate in a women’s march this Saturday in Washington D.C. or any other city?

 

Because we are women.  We are human beings.  We are living, breathing, spirit.

We are mothers.  We are sisters.  We are friends and girlfriends.

We are doctors, lawyers, nurses, nuns, priests, teachers, writers, accountants, surveyors, geologists, mathematicians, insurance agents, brick layers, seamstresses, architects, soldiers, marines, naval commanders, air force cadets, truck drivers….

We are here.  We are nurturers of this planet.

 

And we deserve the same respect as our male travelers in this journey through the universe.

We should not have to hear language that degrades us.

We should never have to look the other way when dangerous language is thrown about freely.

We should never have to endure any physical contact we did not invite.

We should never, ever have to apologize for not meeting someone else’s standard for beauty.

Because we are beautiful.  Because we are made by the Creator.

We look out for ourselves, our fellow women, our young girls.

We can forge a way.

A way that takes us forward with confidence and joy.

We can unite.

We can use our wisdom and our empathy to change the world.

As boomer women, we especially can shine a light.

After all, we’ve endured a lot.

A LOT.

So let’s put on our shoes.  Take to the streets.  And make our voices heard.

Without the mud, there is no lotus flower.  We’ve been tromping in the mud a lot lately.

And we know there is more to come.

But we know we can rise up and let our beauty as healthy, competent, giving women shine.

If you can’t march, you can still talk.  Sing.  Speak your truth.

Even as the winds blow, together, we can fly high.

Let’s do it.

“A woman is like a tea bag…you never know how strong she is until she gets in hot water.”

Eleanor Roosevelt

 

Happy Birthdays to Us!

01/09/2017 /

Rites of passage.  Whether it’s turning 50, 60, 70, 80, or beyond, we feel them.  They get our attention.  They get the attention of everyone in our family and circle of friends, because they can’t believe we are whatever age we are.

Big birthdays sober us. They remind us of our immortality.

But they also can be quite emancipating.  They tap us on the shoulder and urge us to look ahead down that trail, and wonder where it will take us.  Where do we want to go?  What do we want to achieve?   Are we done chasing goals of the past?  Are we ready to take a breath, or is it time to gear up for new challenges?

There’s a sadness to passing from one decade to another.   Who doesn’t pause a bit when they realize they can’t quite move as fast as they once did.  Can’t get on the floor to play with the dog and get up quickly (or at least, without some assistance).  Can’t eat all that spicy food without raiding the medicine cabinet at 2 a.m. for the antacid.  Can’t even stay up late…and late has gone from 11 p.m. to 8:45 p.m.

Still, there’s a giddiness to growing older.  You just have to look for it.

You have permission to give up some things.  Stop worrying about so much.  Know that you have gained wisdom the younger set doesn’t yet have, (even though they’re convinced you don’t know what you’re talking about).

Smile a bit more.  Nap a bit more.  Take it all in.  Or not.

If you’re coming up on a big birthday, turn it on its head and think about what gifts it can bring.   More time to travel.  Walk on the beach.  Wear a floppy hat.  Stop dying your hair.

Or start dying it purple.

.When she turned 70 last year, actress Sally Field said, “I’ve gathered strength behind my years, I owned them, I’ve earned them, I’ve deserved them, I have a right to have them. Behind my years I have value that doesn’t come when you’re 50 or 40 or 30 or 20, it doesn’t come until you’ve been in that saddle for a number of years.”

Amen!  Here’s to rocking the wrinkle however you can.

Here’s some other thoughts on jumping into that next decade:

“The aging process has you firmly in its grasp if you never get the urge to throw a snowball.”~Doug Larson

“You are as young as your faith, as old as your doubt; as young as your self-confidence, as old as your fear; as young as your hope, as old as your despair”.~Douglas MacArthur

“In a man’s middle years there is scarcely a part of the body he would hesitate to turn over to the proper authorities”. ~E.B. White

“The first sign of maturity is the discovery that the volume knob also turns to the left.”.~Jerry M. Wright

“I think your whole life shows in your face and you should be proud of that”. ~Lauren Bacall

You have come a long way. You’ve endured a lot of struggles and pain.  You’ve touched more people’s lives than you will ever know.

And you are still here!

Celebrate!

 

 

 

A little peace under the tree.

12/12/2016 /

The holiday season is a bit of a paradox for most of us….while we sing of quiet and peace, we are often trapped in a vortex of bad traffic, long lines, too much sugar and not enough time for meditation and rest.  After all, everything has to be perfect, right?  Our children come home, our grandchildren eagerly await our cookies and pies, and we ourselves are convinced that this year, it will be just as it should be.

It’s that whole “letting go” thing again…acknowledging we really have no control on how things turn out.  How irritating is that?

I used to think if I heard Clarice sing “There’s Always Tomorrow” one more time in that dang Rudolph cartoon I was going to throw up.  When, I would think, will today just be enough?  What can’t what I want come to me now?   Are all those Hallmark movies lying to us?

It’s not unlike waking up one day and deciding that you are going to be in tune with the universe. You are going to meditate.  Do yoga.  Journal.  Smudge.  Read every inspirational book you can find.  After all, you’re not a kid anymore so all the wisdom you have gained should be paying off about now.

Doesn’t leave a lot of space for quiet, does it?  For peace…for sabbath?

In “How Then, Shall We Live,” author, therapist, minister and founder of Bread For the Journey Wayne Muller says this:

“Many of us are exhausted by this desperate search for answers, as if our life is a big problem to be solved and we haven’t yet found the trick to it, the perfect solution to the puzzle.  After all our investigations, we have still not discovered the answer to our life.  We figure we must not be working hard enough.  So we push harder, hold on more tightly to the problem, hoping to eventually wring some wisdom from our struggle and set our life on the right course.

“But what if “don’t know” is not a signal to push and work and struggle, but rather an indication that it is time to be quiet and listen and wait? What if the answers to our question bout life and path and practice are already speaking to us, and in our rush to find them elsewhere,  we miss the easy, gentle wisdom that would teach us all we need to know if we simply center ourselves and be still for just a moment?”

Be still for just a moment.  Doesn’t that sound grand?

So maybe this week, we occasionally just stop.

Breathe.

Take it in.

There are too many leaves to rake…but they are beautiful anyway.  There’s a house to clean and food to cook…but really all our guests want is to be with us again.  We miss our friends who live far away, and our loved ones who departed the earth long ago…but they are alive in our hearts.

As Rumi said, “Let yourself be silently drawn by the stronger pull of what you really love.”   Don’t give in to the frenzy.  Turn off the television if there’s too much anger there.  Play some gentle music if you’re stuck in yet another traffic jam.

You are naturally wise.  You have survived a lot.

And you deserve a holiday season that feeds your spirit.

It’s never easy.  It probably won’t feel right the first few times you try.  That’s okay.  Think of as leaving a door open.  Eventually, peace will poke its head in.

Before you know it, you’ll be old friends.

“When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be.”

  Lao Tzu

Welcome Winter!

12/05/2016 /

 

IMG_0008Winter has an inferiority complex—and I think we’re to blame.

We complain a lot about winter. As baby boomers and beyond, we grumble about how the cold air makes our bones ache. Dries out our skin. Causes us to shiver on the bus stop or while walking our dog.

We don’t want to drive in it. Or sit outdoors at a sporting event and be uncomfortable.

Winter gets in our way. Slows us down. Simplifies everything.

Hey wait…maybe that’s a good thing?

There’s nothing like 15 degrees, a strong north wind, and a little sleet to force you to take stock. Are you prepared? Do you have what you need to survive? Are you making wise decisions so you literally can stay alive?

And going a bit deeper….are you living your life the way you hoped?

I confess I can grow weary of shoveling snow and slushing around in heavy boots and multiple layers of cold. But I also relish the amazing beauty of this season.

As children, we loved to make snowmen, ride sleds, build forts and attack unsuspecting adults with a barrage of snowballs. (When I was a senior in college, we did this to the professors leaving the journalism building—they were not amused).

Now, I marvel how the snow can sparkle like diamonds. How snow-capped hills shine brilliantly against an unbelievably blue sky. How the crisp air awakens every part of me every time I go outdoors.

Just look at your pets. At least in my house, my dog delights in the snow with a joy that takes me back to that giddy feeling of school being canceled and a warm kitchen.

IMG_0816Instead of seeing winter as a time of decay and death, consider the blanket of beauty that winter can bring to nature. Think of Walt Whitman’s “unseen buds, infinite and waiting”. The ice-covered ponds. How snow lands on each tree branch and defines it with exquisite detail.

“The life of the crystal, the architect of the flake, the fire of the frost, the soul of the sunbeam.” (Words of John Burroughs.)

Garrison Keillor of A Prairie Home Companion once commented how “winter gives us purpose.” I like that. I like a season that reminds us who is in charge, and that we are left with ourselves.

Maybe as people aged 50 and better we can really understand that winter can be hard, but it will pass. Winter’s dreary nature doesn’t last forever. It might not even last a day. And doesn’t the cold make it easier to draw closer together? To snuggle against what is out there, or what might be coming?

And winter is a perfect time to stop and think about those who truly face the challenges of the dropping temperatures…the homeless, the frail, the forgotten. Those who have no shelter from the storm. Who sit by the shops with their empty cup and watch us come and go.

We know their struggle is real, because many of our parents and relatives lived through the Great Depression and had very little. We understand how hard it can be. And we can help.

Wrap yourself up this winter, but not so tight that you cannot take in all that is happening around you. Seasons change. We grow older. And life renews itself again.

 

 

“Winter is the kind of showman,

Turning tree stumps into snowmen

And houses into birthday cakes

And spreading sugar over lakes.

Smooth and clean and frosty white,

The world looks good enough to bite.

That’s the season to be young,

Catching snowflakes on your tongue.

Snow is snowy when it’s snowing,

I’m sorry it’s slushy when it’s going.”

            Ogden Nash

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