|Rogue Valley Road, photo by Larry Turner|
What a wonderful surprise it was to receive so many letters via email in response to my last post from the summer solstice, in which I wondered who was reading my blog, and what readers were engaged in as they aged.
Some folks wrote short messages, but a handful sent longer, thoughtful and descriptive communications that one could rightfully think of as bona fide letters. Now letters in this day and age are all too scarce, and I was touched and delighted to be gifted with a whole bouquet of them via email. I found it very meaningful to learn more about what others are doing, too. I want to share excerpts from some of the letters here, because I imagine you will also find them rather fascinating.
Oh, but before starting that, I want to acknowledge these beautiful photos from a local photographer named Larry Turner. I love his work.
|Waldport, Oregon, photo by Larry Turner|
She keeps bees and some goats at her farm. We have never met in person, but we have had some nice talks over the years.
In her letter, she talked about how good it felt to mentor another woman who wanted to learn about beekeeping. She also talked about the inner work of harvesting one's life and sent a couple of excerpts from the book From Aging to Sage-ing by Rabbi Zalman Schachter, which relate to that. Here they are:
"Up to now, we have gone shopping in all the world's markets, gathering the ingredients for a cake. To become an elder, we must stop rushing madly about, learn to get quiet, mix all the ingredients together meditatively, bake the cake, and allow it to rise in its own time. In this way, elder hood represents the crowning achievement of life."
|Lavender in bloom, photo by Larry Turner|
Yes, harvesting--an important aspect of aging....
Another person shared the story of giving up her law practice at 57 and taking off in an RV, then resettling for 7 years in southern California before returning to the place she realized was home.
This writer said that the journey and the return "has also left me with an enduring sense of gratitude for that realization, and for somehow miraculously landing on my feet, once I moved back here."
I received a letter from an old friend who now lives across the ocean. He said,
"The awareness in my aging is that I should not carry things with me merely because they are not complete. It is like books: people feel bad because they have not completed a "read" and that somehow the money spent on the book is wasted without the completeness. Actually, often what was purchased was an opportunity to find an awareness of One Thing. We would all like to feel that our life is One Thing Complete, and then spend some time enjoying the feeling. That ain't gonna happen is all I can say. The only real Completeness is when we meld back into the Field of Peace."
One writer said that she was enjoying painting, and two others said that they were writing about their lives. One wrote: "I am 68, an entrepreneur, artist (public art,sculpture) all of which doesn't seem important anymore. I am happy to be alive and do whatever calls to me."
Some of the people who wrote told me that they felt that I was a kindred spirit, that they enjoyed my positive aging perspective or my willingness to take risks. Thanks for the feedback, and the friendship, too. I have had the real pleasure of hearing about your lives and adventures. I am so happy to have been gifted with these messages.
Okay, are you ready for the 4th of July? Sometimes I do think about the kind of holidays I would invent, given the opportunity. Wouldn't that be fun? Enjoy your bees, goats, friends, families, fruits, dances, forests, waters, beaches, dirt roads, parades, music, libations, loud fireworks, aero flyovers etc. Peace and love.