Cleaning out my old emails this morning, I came across one from a good friend of mine and I would like to share it with you. It’s in response to a question I positted a while back about getting older and it exemplifies the adage of aging gracefully. She writes…..
I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life or my loving family for fewer aches or a flatter belly. As I’ve aged, I’ve become kinder and less critical of myself. I’ve become my own best friend. I don’t chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed every morning, or for buying that silly cement turtle that I didn’t need, but that looks so avant garde in my fern bed. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant. I have seen too many dear friends and loved ones leave this world too soon, before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging. Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 a.m. and sleep until noon? Who even cares? Read more »
One of my favorite Saturday morning things is to drink a cup of tea while I watch the birds visit my bird feeder. Blue Jays, Nuthatches and Titmouse commonly fly in, but my favorite visitors are the Chickadees. They are so polite and respectful of each other’s space. They take turns flying into the feeder one at a time, select a seed and fly back to their perch in the trees. They patiently wait their turn as they work through their rotation and then they begin again until all have had their fill. There is not pushing and shoving, no vying for superiority, no squabbling over who is going to get the better seed. They all seem to instinctively know, young and old, that they when they finally leave my backyard, everyone will fly away sated and in harmony with the others. How do they know how to do this? There is no sign up at my bird feeder that says , ONE AT A TIME, no sign that says NO PUSHING, and no sign that says DON’T BE GREEDY - TAKE ONLY WHAT YOU NEED. And yet they seem to instinctively understand that with respect and order, life is good. They live in the moment and pay for my simple kindness with a little song. If little birds know how to live in harmony, why don’t we? Why do we need to have rules and wars and greed? Why do we feel the need to put others down so that we can feel superior? Why is it so important to have more than your neighbor? I think it is time to take a lesson from nature. Wouldn’t it be great to feel like singing all day long?