My spiritual work has become to honor my life as it is, my body as it is, my days as I have them. And we must engage in that spiritual journey in a culture which, again, divides life into good and bad. In our culture, life is Good and Death is so bad that it hardly bears discussing. Youth is idolized. A golden calf and golden goose.
Age is feared, disguised, put away or otherwise denied.
Little wonder that so many waste their latter years in despair and go to their deaths raging at the dying of the light. I am also inspired and encouraged in my journey by my colleague, retired Unitarian Universalist minister, Harry Scholefield. Harry, in his eighties, meditates in his garden each day at sunrise. He meditates with poetry he has learned by heart. He waits, he says, for the poets to come, if they will, with their message for the day.