geezing along

Now I know why we older persons nap more. We are preparing for entry into the other world. We dream its dreams.

At this older age, one is not interested in the next HALF of one's embodying (are you kidding, to live to 150? no thanks!), nor in eternal youth (you younger folk go ahead, scamper round, and do your do), but in the winging of the soul into realms mysterious, not yet known, but tasted.

We are dying to this world and birthing into another.

But don't mess with us. We are still very much here.

sweet angel of death

less relevant

An 87 year old man wrote in a comment on a blog: "I have lost...all relevance for the bulk of the people I contact." He was neither moaning nor whining, but simply stating fact.

As we move into geezer-geezellehood, we are in a different dimension than the young and the younger-young who are in hot pursuit of life. We have less and less relevance to the hot pursuers.

We have let go of much and continue to let go, allowing more room for "the less important:" the sound of the wind in the trees, the quietness of the pre-dawn morning, a chipmunk sitting on a rock, the brief three notes of a distant bird, the deep knowing that one's body is transforming and one is passing on.

Our minds are calmer, less excitable. That alone makes us less relevant for a frenzied busy world.