Monday, December 28, 2009
My intention for this blog was that it be the divulging of, and perhaps some answers to, the questions and thoughts of a woman who has "been there, done that, bought the T-shirt and used it for a duster".
Age has its 'dis' and 'ad' vantages. I'm trying to sort them out. I'm in what is now called my Senior Years. In other words Ima Old Lady. I don't feel old most of the time. My body does rebel at the thought of extreme physical activities. That could be because I find myself in a "Sedentary State of Mind". That could be remedied with the exercise routine I keep threatening myself with. A new year is on the horizon, and the ol' resolutin' time is rearing its evil smiling Joker head. "How do ya like me now?"
Age = Wisdom
Wisdom = The Answer to Life
The Answer to Life= 42 (The Hitchiker's Guide To The Galaxy)
So, I will be open to questions, consider my answer and perhaps arrive at the Ultimate Answer.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
So much of life is not in our control. However, the decision to get some exercise is in my control. Here gooooooes!
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Friday, September 18, 2009
There is another recurring dream I have, and it involves going up and down stairs in a huge building, I think it is a combination of all the schools I attended, and I want to get to a class or a meeting. The problem is that sometimes the stairs to the floor where I should be, stop at a ceiling, or there is a set of stairs I should take next and I must climb up or down to them, which is not possible as they are out of my reach. That fact does not frustrate me, it makes me try to get to my destination another way. I believe the dream is telling me that some parts of my life are out of my reach, and trying to get to them will be a challenge. Well, all of life is a challenge. One can be defeated at points in one's life, but one must never give up. As the old song says "I never promised you a Rose Garden". So, I'll still stop to smell the Roses in my "garden", but be aware of the thorns!
Friday, September 4, 2009
Now, if I could make sense of my life (before the final 'wrap up') it would be soooo comforting. However, life is not given to us so that we could be comfortable.
Life in the womb is comfortable, warm, and very safe. Although we are alive before sliding down that birth canal, we are not 'living our true life'. Looking back, I seem to have a vague birth memory and even, I think, a pre-birth memory of being in my mom's womb. There were troubled waters (as a child I couldn't put a name to the waters) all around me and I had to concentrate hard to calm them down. I recall a 'boo-boom boom' sound all around me, and now I suppose that was the heartbeat of my mom. As to the birth memory, I recall dreaming that I had to make myself very small to get through a very narrow opening, and I could see some 'light' at the the end. It was imperative that I get myself to the source of the light.
These were recurring dreams as a child and they have stayed with me.
So, now that I am old and gray, am I longing for the safe haven, or I should I be looking for the best expericences I can get before 'lights out'? Stay tuned........there will be further updates!
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
I'm still in some kind of funk. My energy level sucks! I don't know if my get up and go, got up and went or if it's lying around waiting for me to kick it in the butt! I see all kinds of things around here that need doing, just can't seem to start even one thing. I may be coming down after a busy 3 months of worrying and being far too involved with my friend's illness and perhaps at my advanced age I should cut myself some slack. Only I feel like the Slack has turned into Sloth. One of the seven deadly sins. Hmmm what are those sins? Let me see if I can remember some of them. Greed; Envy; Sloth; Lust; ....the others escape me at the moment. I'll be back when I can name the other three.
Monday, August 31, 2009
Yah! I'm surprised to be here too! It's been an interesting life so far.
I'll soon be a septuagenarian. Doesn't sound other worldly? It does to me.
Stay tuned friends, it may be a bumpy, strange journey, but it could be fun!
I'll share a poem by Samuel Taylor Coleride with you:
What if you slept?
And what if,
in your sleep
And what if,
in your dream,
you went to heaven
and there plucked
a strange and
And what if,
when you awoke
you had the flower
in your hand?