I was sent a link to an article that talks about the five things needed to do to be happy. Yeah, right. Haven’t I read them all by now? Out of respect and appreciation to the person that sent it, I opened it and read it. One of the five ideas to me is huge…a paradigm shift.
I’ve been sorting and sifting through my Catholic upbringing, a short stint in Jesus Freakism and then in my 20’s started to explore parapsychology and mysticism. The crowd I run with for now resonate with native American motifs, seven generations, and spirituality and the other talks about archetypes, corners, and Robert Bly, inner child, and healing.
The paradigm I’m comfortable with these days, and imperfect to be sure is one that says we are spiritual beings having a physical experience. Call it God, love, source, “all that is”is part of us, and we are part of it. Same track maybe, or parallel tracks that sometimes split and we get a little lost along the way, only to find our way back to a place that honors all things and the spirit that resides in them.
I have looked to others for wisdom in the words they speak and still there is sifting and sorting and trying to make sense out of their words. It is never quite complete or perfect.
The concept in the article resonates inside me. Speak to, or at least listen to your older self. For me that means me, in my mid 80’s, who sees me, knows me, and despite the good, bad and ugly, mistakes and all, loves me. That old man has wisdom for me, custom made, and perfectly suited to my situation.
He is also a reminder of my mortality. He says, make the years count. There is no destination but the process is what counts. Therefore, make each day count. Never miss a moment to show kindness and appreciation. If you feel the urge, call someone, and by doing so, you may cheer up both you and the other. If there is an opportunity to learn and have fun at the same time, go for it. It may be theatre again, as it was last year. Or it might be a new job. A new club. Hanging out and making new friends at the senior center. Volunteering for a worthy cause. It may be with family scattered around the east coast. It may be dancing, or singing, or a festival or a holiday celebration. Show up. Make it count.
My older wiser self also tells me not to get complacent. There are enough good years left and you don’t want to squander those years with bad health. If you are going to dance, travel and play, to fully appreciate those things, you need a certain level of health?
Older self says “Check in with me next time you have the temptation for that donut, cookie, sugar sweet drink. I won’t tell you what to do, but let’s have a conversation about it. We’ll talk ever so briefly about your goals, what you hope to accomplish, and how to best share your many gifts with the world. Because if you are not healthy enough to participate fully, it won’t be as rich and good as it could be. It’s your choice. You can settle for some temporary pleasure, but look around you. Who lives life to the fullest? Who has given up and just taking up space? The choice is yours.”