Ok, something crazy just happened. I turned 70!
And, to be clear, I’m celebrating. 🙂
If I mention that I’m old, or older, some of my younger friends are like, Don’t say that! Or—We have to have a conversation about this! I think these very dear friends mean that I’m not washed up, I’m still relevant, I’m still clever, or whatever “old” tends to imply, and especially that they want me to think well of myself. But—I do!
Jane
In meditation class this morning, there was a conversation about difficult, deeply held patterns installed during sometimes painful childhoods. People spoke of not being seen—especially by their mothers—of a longing that continues since that day, and how cultivating awareness helps. Being a witness, rather than being engulfed in the emotions, helps.
On a Wednesday in September, I woke up with excruciating pain in my right side which went on 24/7, unrelenting, for almost 3 weeks. Then… it got better. I still don’t know what was wrong. What I do know: it was a really great time to practice the path of the Dharma!
“When before the beauty of a sunset or a mountain, you pause and exclaim, ‘Ah,’ you are participating in divinity.” —Ancient Hindu Text
Many of my most cherished moments in life have been indescribable. Beyond words and intellect, just 100% happening. But I want to try to talk about them a little bit here.
A month ago I moved into a small 1920’s apartment in a beautiful, walkable neighborhood in my hometown of Washington, DC, close to family and friends, with beautiful light and a nice view of trees. My second move in two years.
I was hopeful, excited, and, let’s face it, nervous. After all, we never really know how transitions will work out until they happen, right?
All of a sudden, there’s a before and an after. The biggest pivot we’ve ever made. We’re reeling, falling through space, searching for a limb to grab, for ground under our feet.
That’s been my experience during the past several weeks. Was it yours?
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