THE NEW DIMENSION OF LOVE

The sacred gift of old-age, I'm coming to believe, is love...finding love within in a whole 'nother dimension. 

We once defined love by how we felt for another...is it possible to have a better remembered feeling than that of first love? Interestingly, that's one place the memory only improves...that remembered feeling becomes gold, and that memory too often becomes our yardstick for measuring good/bad...anything. 

Over the years, however, we learn to hone, to slice and dice...to redefine that remembered feeling. Before spiritual growth enters our life, we just call it making do with what we  got. That is also known as resignation; there is no acceptance in resignation.

Then old age creeps up, at supersonic speed, and we are faced with finding a new way to deal with our own self as we are right now, or, actually, our own feelings about our self as we are now.

Our fading eyesight and hearing, our creaking bones and aching  joints...learning to accept those as our own today...ah, to accept! That's it. That's the new dimension of love...acceptance without a scintilla of regret...or entertaining ideas of how it/we should be. 

Our big ah-ha is the discovery of all that's necessary is to accept that God knows our needs. Dealing spiritually with the fact of my body, myself  just as it is/I am right this very minute is already ours. Peace, love and joy define us, if we will but use them...as in, live them. They are not ours until we loose them and let them go.

I wonder if we could find this new dimension of love in anything but the sacred gift of old-age. Best part: This new dimension helps us feel the same age as each and every person we meet...there is no age in peace, love and joy.

Thank you.