Musings on Looking Forward to My Eightieth Birthday
“It is a blessing to get old. It is a blessing to find time to do the things, to read the books, to listen to the music”:
this quote by Maurice Sandak, writer of books for children, depicts the way I want to live my decade of the eighties, to live as a blessing rather than a curse.
As one gets older it is harder to believe that old age is a blessing. The body and the mind have a hard time believing that getting old is a blessing.
There are pressures to continue to sprint rather than to mosey, but mosey I am determined to do.
After almost 60 years of classroom and administrative experience it takes deliberate effort to slow down, to be creative in use of time, to accept that I have made my contribution and be happy to just mosey.
In this blessing of time, one thing I am practicing is what a retreat director suggested a couple of years ago: for meditation, wander out into the park and walk until you stop, reflect on why you stopped and relish in God and Nature.
Now sometimes I take a picture of the object of my reflection…like this one from a hike in Grant Metropark.
So, next month I will be eighty years old, an octogenarian! It is hard to believe. Hitting those age milestones such as being over thirty and the midlife crisis of being fifty are experiences that one has never had before. We only do each age once and my remembrances of older friends and relatives observed in youth are of individuals not like me! Those people were really old!
I guess it is a matter of choice what image of the Third Age I want to live and communicate. Should I sprint through the rest of life, saunter, walk, stroll, promenade or wander? I prefer to mosey, “to walk somewhere at a leisurely unhurried pace” stopping whenever something attracts my attention and relish in God and Nature.