News Flash: I just completed three months of intense digestive/intestinal cleansing and my belly, my whole body, feels like it has been given a new lease on life.
Which is great news, especially because when I look in the mirror I sometimes tell myself that I’ve reached my senior years, whatever the hell that’s supposed to mean.
And what meaning am I giving it?
Maybe the whole concept of growing old is an oxymoron.
Maybe those who choose to keep growing in heart and soul break out of the entire mold of getting old and instead grow bold!
I live at Namaste Village, which is a growing old in place spiritual retirement community n Ajijic, Mexico.
Which begs the questions, since I never plan to stop helping people with my gifts, what am I retiring from?
I am retiring from overthinking, overdoing, under-breathing, rushing through tasks, and tiptoeing around certain people to try my best not to trigger them.
I am retiring from what I wrote about yesterday, premature rigor mortis.
Is growing old an oxymoron?
I’ll tell you and report back if I ever get old, but I’m not planning to, because I’m committed to continuing to grow.
Vitality and well-being keep increasing each day I live, as does my courage, faith and persistence.
I feel free, alive, and youthful as a child, with boundless enthusiasm for life.
I’be become hopelessly addicted to staying out of ruts, trying new things and being playful, which makes my inner child very happy.
So am I growing old?
Maybe this body is aging, but why is daily exercise and eating healthy so much easier now than it has ever been?
Could it be that I am actually loving myself enough to treat this temple with care and respect?
If I am growing in self-love, why would it concern me how young/old this body is?
Why keep track at all?
Maybe getting old has more to do with the hardening of the attitudes than arteries.
Maybe what is real and essential about us is ageless, timeless, and even body-less.
When Sai Baba used to ask Hilda Charlton, my first spiritual teacher, how old she was, she would say “I was never born and I will never die.”
I’ll continue to report on this story, and let you know if or when I ever feel old