The weather has gone from sunny, dry and hot, to gray, wet and very cool. It's about 30 degrees lower than it was on Sunday. I'm not complaining...it was too hot too soon and the garden is very grateful for the good soak.
Change, the only inevitable really. It's also one of the trickiest things to be comfortable with. Generally speaking, I like things I can count on. And generally speaking, I do know that "count on" is relative. A big part of my personal evolution is to keep on learning flexibility. I don't always do a fantastic job, but I keep it in mind and do my best.
Speaking of doing one's best... I was chatting with a friend yesterday and we were both ruminating on our individual life challenges, particularly where the body is concerned. I said how I would like to see more women my age speaking their truth about living in an aging (and complex) female body. I want to laugh about it, feel supported and understood...with the understanding that I'm doing my best. I want to balance healthy practices with occasional indulgences. I want to feel less weird (although, yeah, I would be happy with "less" because I still appreciate some of my weirdness). I want to be at peace with the fact that bodies and all other living things are designed for entropy, that the idea of youth with its many standards is really not realistic nor healthy. I will keep eating well, practicing my spirituality, creating and moving my body, but a point is going to come at which everything will be harder...and that's okay. Maybe that decline is actually a feature that moves us towards release.
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