Ari says I think & talk about aging a lot. 🙂 If there were a pie chart, it’d be a large portion of that pie.

It has been on my mind.

I can see & feel aging within myself quite a bit lately.

I see the many ways people live and end their lives. There are SO many ways to be 40, 50, 90.

I rarely pick up the Wellesley alumnae mag but, this morning, picked it up and found myself reading the class notes of the alumnae who are 103, 100, 95 with interest. What do people write at the dusk days of life? What do the dusk days look like, when one has survived loved ones, and is living with physical decline?

“If I were in jail, who would come bail me out?” That is a question Ari has run through his mind, that helps point to who one’s dearest connections are.

Perhaps my version would be: “If I were in the hospital, or very unwell, unable to wipe my own *ss, who would be there?”

Ari would be. Anja. My immediate blood family, and perhaps 1 or 2 friends and a surprise person. Sometimes.

Who would be there for the long haul?

Who would I be there for?

Do I want to open my circles and heart to more people?

How do I want to direct the prana of my remaining life?

C, of the Authentic Movement year-long intensive, left me with “Speak… each word a love arrow.”

K, who just walked across my driveway the other day, called me a “messenger.”

With “speak” and “messenger”, there is, Who To?

So I write. And feel around me, to know.

“I’ve learned that people will forget what you say, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.”
~ Maya Angelou


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