When Joshua Prager was 19, he was in a horrible car accident that left him almost paralyzed. More painful than his broken bones were his shattered dreams, which suddenly seemed unattainable in his new body.
There’s an American folksong, by an author unknown, titled, “The Old Gray Mare.” In it, the chorus opines, “The old gray mare she ain’t what she used to be, many long years ago.” The history of the song is also unknown. Some believe it’s about a racehorse.
“Be a good girl!” How many times did you hear these words when you were growing up? More importantly, how much did these words become a part of your inner voice? We may have silently asked “why,” but, very few of us actually stood up and said “no.” Those who did were usually knocked back down, emotionally speaking, in short order.
Have you ever noticed how people tend to have very different experiences with aging? Why is it that some of us stay positive right to the very end, while others become grumpy, cynical and just plain mean?
Have you ever wondered how many choices you make every day?
As I listened to President Obama’s state of the union address, in January, I noticed that he used the word choice many times throughout his speech. I like that word – choice.
In the cave of the deep lies the spring of the heart. – Rumi
Nature shows us how the unseen comes forth to nourish the seen. All that we see, hear, or know, comes from the unknown and returns there after its form is completed. The limitless energy of the Universe gives life to what we perceive, mysteriously forming new experiences around us. These are the times that we know as our lives.
Curiosity and happiness are deeply connected. Older adults who are able to stay curious see life as a mystery to be explored. They bounce back from life’s everyday trials, knowing that every challenge is an opportunity to grow and learn. The sparkle in their eyes is a reflection of the happiness in their souls.
Women over 60 are wonderfully complex. Over 6 decades, our roles, and our perspectives, have shifted. In the 1950s, we were “good girls,” who knew our place.