Hi, I’m Randee, I’m seventy years old and my life’s not perfect, but I love these gravy years… read more
Exhibit A: This is the cover of last year’s Time Magazine, double issue on longevity and Alzheimer’s. Take a look at that CHIN! Is that the chin of a woman who needs an Alzheimer’s pill? If not, why not? Is being an old person with an old person’s chin so unacceptable that Time Magazine cannot show it on the cover of its longevity issue? Really?! (read more…)
It’s 8 years since my Mother passed. As usual, I walked on a beach she loved, this time with my husband, Peter, and our good good friends, Amir & Bonnie. The night before, Amir’s uncle had passed in his sleep after a fine long life. He was not destroyed by this loss, as I was not destroyed by the loss of my Mother. Still, our losses were with us as we walked, me dropping a trail of little blue statice. The flowers weren’t really doing it for me this year and I was worried that the wonder I have always felt walking the beach on this anniversary was fading with the years. I found a heart rock and put it in a crevice of the big rock that I festooned with flowers last year, but that too seemed like a let down.
I remember seeing Ram Dass speak years ago, and he pointed out that meditation was a lot like old age – you slow down, you see less far, you move less quickly. Unable to rush about, your attention turns inward where, without distractions, you are able to see more clearly your life and its lessons. (read more…)