Well, here I am. Sixty years old as of yesterday. A little hard to classify myself as middle-aged after this numerical transition. And I can see the lines in my face, the jowls bowing to gravity in my jaw, the age spots and veins in my arms. My hair is much more salt than pepper these days. There are minor aches and irritations that weren’t there a couple of years ago. Still, the body, although slightly plumper, is moving well and my general flexibility continues.
It is a bit disconcerting to hear of the deaths of famous people my age and a bit younger, though. I feel a sense of some Grim Reaper moving closer, bit by bit. But since I believe in my essential continuation beyond this lifetime, I’m only anxious to continue my expansion and growth into my most soul-aware self before I do leave the planet this time around.
And there’s the fun bit. As my body slowly surrenders to gravity, I find my mind quieting and my soul-self expanding. I can feel the energies of the universe more clearly, respond to my human circumstances with more equanimity, knowing that I Am All That Is. Nope, I’m not just saying that as a nice New Age quote. I can actually feel that sense of allness more often as I grow older.
So, remain open to your own growth and transformation; it will brighten the halo you can wear when you claim your elderhood. And keep moving!