Into Each Life Some Rain Must Fall*
My knees don’t
like the rain, though they now give more accurate predictions of the weather
than the meteorologist. Aging is less fun as I pass the six decade mark;
at least the physical aspects of growing older are less amusing. Gravity is not my friend and some body parts
are missing and others, wearing down.
Each day, I grow more curious about what will accompany me into the
future and what I’ll relinquish.
And yet
aging bears gifts. I am more patient,
more focused on fewer priorities, have a deeper wisdom and have let go of
needing to force what I know into the ears of others. And I have lived long enough to recognize
there are cycles in my life. There is a
kind of balance between the dark times when all is painful and waiting and the
fecund times when all is green and growing.
Life, all of life seeks balance.
Me, too.
After
passing through four years of depleted energy levels, depleted to dangerous
levels resulting in back-to-back illnesses, I have come to a place of stillness
and inner focus. There is time now to
spend loving my husband and family and friends, time to cuddle the cats and to
garden. There is time to stop for a while
as my life comes back to healthier balance.
There is time for me to write, to stare out the window and to gestate
inside.
My family
genetics lead me to hope that I might live into my mid-nineties. How encouraging that is in terms of becoming
a skilled poet and writer. There are
still many years in which to learn the craft, to hone the skills, to practise
and to write.
I’ve learned
I can give myself sweet permission to do what I need and want to do. So now, I write every day, sometimes wearing
my magenta bathrobe until noon.
And I know
that no matter what happens in my life, whatever it is, it will begin and it
will end, just like the rain.
NOTES: *“Into each
life some rain must fall” is a quote from the poem, “Rainy Day” by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. The line is also the title
of a 1944 song performed as a duet by The Ink Spots, featuring Ella Fitzgerald and Bill Kenny. Words in colour will
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6 comments:
Aging is no fun but indeed it has it blessings and gifts ~ May you find it richer day by day ~
Aging has brought me many gifts, once I grew wise enough to understand them. Thanks for your comment and good wishes.
Carol, I could connect with every word of your post. Age and experiences truly form who we are/become.
Very true...
Thanks Gwen. We are always in the process of becoming. The choices we make determine who we will be.
Hello Rambling Woods. Yes it is.
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