Yesterday while picking up a package at the post office I noticed an older couple sitting outside. They weren't plugged in, they were sitting in the shade together. Just sitting. My dogs are sitting out on the porch right now. Some times they snooze off, but most times there are awake and taking in all that is there. Occasionally a something gets there attention and they take off into the fields or woods for a moments chase, then return to is quiet contemplation with their heads in the moment - here, now.
In our world of plug-in with computers, phones, M3P players we can't seem to sit, walk shop, exercise without some distraction. If we are doing two things at once, our mind is not totally on either one. Yes we can sit and listen to music, but we will miss the sound of the plane, dog barking, wind blowing. Yes we can take our mind off the pain of exercise by listening to an M3P player. Will we be aware of our self or our surroundings? Here, now?
When did multi tasking become the norm? and why? Why are we humans so afraid of silence, slowness, doing one thing at a time being totally here now.
It is an art to do one thing, sit, eat, walk, garden, paint, write
This week I heard that a friend has cancer again without a great prognosis --
a few months. Another friend went to visit her mom who is old in her late 90's
and in hospice with renal failure.
When we are born only one thing is for sure, and that is that we will one day die.
It is not something we want to, or tend to think about.
It is so hard losing someone for it leaves a wicked hole.
Hard to think of celebrating death, but really it is what life is about, the culmination of each of us, the sum and that should be celebrated. Maybe if we considered death more often we might live more fully, enjoy life.
It is what those that have had near death experiences talk about.
Training for hospice was the most worthwhile programs I have been privileged to take. Doctors, nurses, hospice volunteers, chaplains who work with the dying
spent a great deal of time explaining the process, the stresses, agony,
the miracle and the beauty of this time of life.
We all face the end of life differently. When my aunt was dying, she brought together her family and talked to them of many things
including her death and their future without her.
Although it was hard for them, it was lovely that they could share this time.
They were with her when she drew her last breathe. What a gift.
There is something lovely and noble in the remains of trees that have died.
I couldn't wait to be 16. At 16 I thought 21 ancient. 40 was VERY old and retirement age I couldn't fathom. In a year and a few months I shall be 70. I have an 80+ year old half sister. Whoa! Did you note those #'s? Here I am with 80 acres which is a huge number compared to the acreage of the house I grew up in (huge house, small lot) and the acreage most people own. I am becoming increasing aware that 80 acres is bigger when trying to do the same work I did 10 years ago. This week I had mild chest pains. I went to see a professional who told me my weight is good, I have the blood pressure of a teenager, but she would like me to see a cardiologist. I saw a cardiologist who said if I were 20 and presented with my symptoms he would send me home, however "at your age we should run some tests" Tests will be run next week. How strange not to be 16, 21, 40 or even 65 anymore. Today I went out at dawn and weeded for a couple of hours before breakfast getting dirt and wet from the rains all over me and my coffee. I shall never catch up with the 80 acres. Such is life.....