Waking Up Without a Wake-Up Call: Transformation Without Tragedy

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The Value of Friendship-Hats off to Elders

“Good friends are like quilts-they age with you, yet never lose their warmth.”

Click baby quilt for a                                        closer
I am forwarding this to those on my Senior ‘s email list because it is so well written.
Please send back. (I did) It’s neat. Don’t delete this one, you’ll laugh when you see the return message.  I have seen too many dear friends leave this world, too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.
the freakin' old people?
Whose business is it, if I choose to read, or play on the computer, until 4 AM, or sleep until noon?  I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 50s, 60s & 70s, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love, I will.
old people dancing
I will walk the beach, in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves, with abandon, if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set. They, too, will get old.
In                                        White, 2008Fat                                        Czech on beach (short
I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And, eventually, I will remember the important things.
Sure, over the years, my heart has been broken.  How can your heart not break, when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody’s beloved pet gets hit by a car?  But broken hearts are what give us strength, and understanding, and compassion.  A heart never broken, is pristine, and sterile, and will never know the joy of being imperfect.
you                                        mend a broken heart?
I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turn gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver.
of man proposing to woman
As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think.. I don’t question myself anymore. I’ve even earned the right to be wrong.

So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day (if I feel like it).
People Eating Ice Cream.
[I record a special word of thanks to Sr. Joythi Fernandes UFS, Mysore, India, for sharing this lovely article with me]

A Heart of Mercy for the New Year

There are moments when our roots are shaken but when we let the compassionate grace to work on us we get strength to move forward with a hope beyond words. Thanks to Lorraine Cuddeback for this inspiring post. Charles Alphonse

Daily Theology

There is something unsettling, or maybe just de-centering, when you live through a Christmas marked by the illness of someone you love. Christmas looks, feels, sounds, tastes different. Anxiety overwhelms eager anticipation, and relief overshadows excitement. Plans and traditions shift; planning at all is difficult, because each day feels unsteady.  When it’s over, you are grateful that another one is survived.

Three weeks before Christmas, I learned that my father would need a triple bypass, and it would be needed immediately according to his cardiologist. My father has been dealing with heart problems for over fifteen years, and in that time he has had multiple stints and angioplasties. When he went in for his cardiac cath that morning, we expected another one of those, and instead of a minor procedure, we learned he would need open heart surgery.

As heart surgeries go, I knew in an intellectual sense that a…

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