. . .maybe, growing old with gratitude, for all the memories, and especially for the continuous expansion of meaning extracted from fully and consciously processing them. Let’s face it, no matter what happens, and no matter how long it takes, plus no matter what the lesson(s) learned, there is always “tuition” to be paid. And, the older we get, if we are still open to the blessings of impermanence, then we do grow more and more grateful over time.
Meanwhile, here’s an exciting new local development: after a number of years absence, finally a new Senior Center for Bloomington is to open next Tuesday, taking over a Payless shoe store in the nearby mall. Or: it’s exciting for people getting old around here who, I have a hunch, don’t tend to be infused with Crone, that archetype of the wise elder that needs to be resurrected in this culture still obsessed with being young, staying young, and pretending to be forever young. Hmmm . . . should I suggest that I give a presentation on Crone to the assembled? I WILL attend the opening. Who knows?
Meanwhile, check out this wonderful post documenting a series of photos taken by a woman who used the project as a way to work with her own grieving process.