When being older is just normal

Let Me Have Some

Just a quick note today. I was chatting with a work colleague who I guess is of a similar vintage to me, and we were talking about how wonderful things like ice-cream taste when you’re a kid.

We started reminiscing about various food items and brands we remembered growing up, and my colleague casually asked “How old are you?” “61” I replied. “Great, she said, so you’ll remember…” and off we went on another trip down memory lane.

I can’t tell you how relaxing it was to have a normal exchange with someone whose reaction to finding out my age was not to rear back like a startled horse and say “Oh, but you don’t look it”, “Wow I would never have guessed” and similar remarks, as if I’m hiding some deep dark secret.

It’s not even that I look particularly young for my age I don’t think, it’s just that to younger folk, anything over 60 sounds positively ancient and unlikely to be found in plain sight in the workplace!

Ah well. What’s your favourite food memory from childhood?

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Spending time making a living

Writing my morning pages today, my thoughts were spinning on the familiar hamster wheel of keeping afloat financially. I found myself writing the phrase “making a living” as I jotted down thoughts on how to do so. But then the peculiarity of the phrase struck me. Do we really “make a living”? What does it mean? Because…

Mañana…

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Sleeping late

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Is anything left to say?

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Holiday hiatus days

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Light and darkness

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Finding an alternative for “youthful”

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Knowing the landbase

Tomorrow the wheel of the year takes another turn, marking the beginning of the Celtic festival of Samhain, mid-way between the Autumn equinox and the Winter solstice (here in the Northern hemisphere). The veil between the worlds seems to become thinner as we take this time especially to remember our beloved dead. These days are marked…

Lonely for beauty

I was painting a chair yesterday, listening to Dr Clarissa Pinkola Estes read The Creative Fire, when I heard her use the phrase “Lonely for Beauty”. Why was I painting a chair? Because function is important, but not the only important thing in life. Needing a space to eat and entertain, I had bought a pine…

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