First thought on aging. Your brain is not good at keeping track of your true age. Knees, necks, hands and backs are here to remind us of the ugly truth. The only escape is to stay in motion, once you stop moving age comes limping cane in hand to beat the body into submission. Or as my Mother-In-Law would say, ” You can’t see. You can’t hear. You can’t do anything. No one cares!”
But I’m a long way from becoming old. My inner child still picks out my travel agenda. My inner child can find wonder and interest in the world when chaos destroys those important plans of what must be done. Never forgetting that there are good things if you want to see them. Nature is a great teacher that your spirit wants to get away from the daily stress we manufacture. Avoiding the stress keeps the heart free.
Hiding the ugly, underbelly of the past. Losing the past failures of life. Remembering the past is over. The demons like to keep you in your own box! The strings of youth within our hearts are still there. We have to want to pull on them.
Getting old is optional. Aging is unavoidable.