“But now the days are short, I’m in the autumn of my years. And I think of my life as vintage wine from fine old kegs. From the brim to the dregs, it poured sweet and clear. It was a very good year.” – Ervin Drake, It Was A Very Good Year
There is something grounding, something earthly ceremonial about the change of seasons. The natural world is filled with answers to our longing. Nature is the great healer and finding time to spend in its sensual beauty nurtures the tired soul.
Anyone who has ever done Pilates or taken a Yoga class knows that one of the great benefits derived from those types of classes is the relaxation and sense of well-being that comes from an hour of deep, deliberate breathing.
This year, it felt like winter would never end. Here in the great North West, we were all feeling a little down for the lack of warmth and sunshine. Now that summer is here, I know that it will go by too quickly – it always does.
Do you say “yes” to every invitation? Do you find yourself stressed and then realizing that you created that stress by over-scheduling yourself?
My type-A personality tends to cringe at the idea of unscheduled time. Even in my mid-60’s I am still very goal oriented.
In my mind and heart I still feel like I can do what I did when I was 30. But it’s just not true. I hung up my tennis shoes a decade ago because the discs in my back are degenerating and they won’t take the pounding anymore. My body has betrayed me.
Okay, not so long ago, I didn’t know who Iris Apfel was either. Then I watched a Netflix documentary on the 95-year-old businesswoman, interior designer and fashion icon, and now I can’t stop thinking about her.
I love to dance. I can’t dance the way I did in my 20s – all night long, but I still love to dance. Okay, so maybe my moves are a little stiffer than they used to be, but moving to music remains a great joy in my life.
Some of the greatest gifts in my life have come from women who stood out as role models, as bright lights of inspiration, beckoning me toward my greater potential. I am grateful for these women.
If you look at the landscape of American advertising, it’s easy to see what ails us. Commercials paint an unflattering picture of our collective health.