I love words. You’ve probably worked that out. Why would anyone write books, blogs, and articles if they didn’t like words? I really like words, though. J’adore des mots. Take a word like season. It’s a versatile word. We’re in the winter season now. It’s been getting down into single digits temperatures at night on the island. We’ve had a surfeit of rain recently so things aren’t dying off as early as usual, but they will get around to it, as that’s what happens in the winter season. Used as a noun, season is what we do when we add seasoning to food. Seasoning makes dishes interesting, piquant, salty, tart – and sharpens our taste buds. We’re about to have a slow-combustion wood heater installed in our living area which will be filled with the wood we have been seasoning for a year. Seasoned wood burns beautifully. I was disappointed to learn that one of my favourite uses of the word season is considered archaic by my dictionary, as in “to everything there is a season”, meaning a proper or suitable time. See, I would like to be able to say that I’m in the autumn season of my life (based on plans to live to a hundred) without sounding like a fuddy-duddy. My age (65) is a proper or suitable time to be semi-retired. Working less means I can think more and have the space to envision what I want my winter years to look like. I’m not planning any face-lifts or mountain climbs, but I would like to have reasonable mental faculties. Even Ram Dass, one of my heroes, has kept going, though somewhat more quietly, since his stroke. Elders should keep on keeping on, if only because they are so well-seasoned. Life experience is the seasoning that makes aged people interesting. These days when we waste so many of our resources, skilled, knowledgeable, and wise old people should be treated like the national treasures they are. Speaking of articles, yours truly is featured in The Australian Yoga Journal June issue: “Pedestal-free Zone”, based on one of these blog entries.
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Am also encouraged by recent findings that the body may cease aging when one is past 91. The study (reported in a 2016 New Scientist) by Michael Rose (a professor of evolutionary biology), says that if you are lucky enough to live that long, you stop ageing. He notes that one’s health may not improve but it certainly does not get any worse. Whilst that advice is far not mainstream, population statistics do show that ageing seems to stop at 93 – and does not speed up again until we get a telegram from Queen Elizabeth (the Last) at 100.
Thus, if one makes it to 99, you are no more likely to die at any given point than someone of 93. (From 110 plus may be a different matter but I’ll let you know). …
In the absence of internet information, I decided to create my own holistic way of dealing with my upcoming surgery.
I started talking with my friends to share my journey. The simple fact that I was willing to be open and vulnerable helped eliminate any residual shame.
I started keeping a journal in which I could collect information on hysterectomies, and more importantly, write down questions and feelings as they arose. …
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