Not wanting to know much about getting old (I don’t mean older, I mean old: late seventies, eighties, beyond) is probably a human survival characteristic. What’s the use of knowing anything about it ahead of time? You’ll find out enough when you get there.
~ Ursula K. LeGuin, No Time to Spare
Another year has gone by. Another turn around the sun, as they say, and I’m another year older. This “date which will live in infamy” is also my birthday. I am 63 years old today. Not old, as Ursula K. LeGuin would put it, but old enough. I think she might be right about there being little to no use in knowing ahead of time what’s to come with aging. It’s there for all to see, if we really want to know. Most of us, I would venture to guess, have people in our lives that are in their late seventies, eighties, or nineties. We could ask them what it’s like. I’m not sure what kind of answers you would get, but can tell you that a man I know who is in his nineties keeps insisting he isn’t old. He doesn’t want to live in a senior community because all the people who live there are OLD.
Perhaps he means they act old. Or perhaps he is just in denial about his own oldness.
As part of the Mandala Magic fun in the first module, we were to write a letter to ourselves about our intentions for the course. What is it I wanted to do? What did I wish to accomplish, if anything? After writing the letter (on the back of the image you see above), I did as instructed and sealed it in an envelope that was glued to the front of my art journal. (Yes, I know. I’m repeating what was in my list of gratitudes in yesterday’s post. One of the privileges of growing older is that I’m allowed to repeat and repeat and repeat.) Yesterday I painted the back of the letter (as you can see above) and then cut it apart to make a collage.
Because we started in the dark (on the Winter Solstice), I decided to end there (hence, the black mandala/circle). It was an exercise I very much enjoyed. As I get ready to start on my next art journal project (an act of love), I am going to do something similar so that I’ll have that to work with when I get to the end of the year. I originally thought I’d start on the Winter Solstice again but why not start on my birthday? I can think of no good reason not to, and many good reasons to go right ahead.
In keeping with a new resolve to learn something about brevity, I will resist the urge to keep rambling. Thank you so much for dropping by today. Have some ice cream and cake. There are no calories in birthday ice cream and cake so you can eat as much as you’d like. When you finish, let’s go to the Point and see what kind of show sunset has in store for us. Sunset is scheduled for 4:43 PM. I think I’ll go early so I can take a short walk. It’s chilly today. Bundle up. They are saying that we might even get some snow tomorrow, but those who are saying so are also pointing out that it’s not very likely. It depends on what arrives first — the rain or the cold air.
Please be safe, be well, and find some time to just be.
A few of the 10,000 reasons to be happy: 1,926) Morning birthday wishes from those I love (and who, it seems, love me back). 1,927) Flowers continuing to bloom in spite of cold and frosts and freezes. 1,928) Sitting on the dock this morning, my face up to the sun, enjoying the warmth of the light even though the air itself was cold. 1,929) M, always and forever. 1,930) Lasagna for lunch today. Yum!!