Many of my family and friends are suffering from the effects of aging and sometimes I can't help but think about my aging process and what is yet to come. I don't allow myself to dwell on this too much because I actually, in spite of some problems, have been largely healthy and energetic the past months. I am very blessed. My own mom didn't live to my age. Part of why I'm relatively content is because I keep busy. At one point in time I used to put myself down for being a human doing. These days I'm glad I am busy; I'm just extremely selective at my age about what I do to stay busy.
The following poem is from Aging Today in an article written by Harry Moody. At this link there are two other aging poems I'll write on another time. All of them have such meaning for me. Living alone at this point in my life is sometimes a little scary, I'll admit, but if something really bad happens, I do have family and friends nearby. That brings me comfort when I allow myself to think about what might be coming next. Today and yesterday and the day before were all fabulous days. I'm grateful.
The Guest House
This being human is a guesthouse.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they're a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight . . .
Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.