Wednesday, December 8, 2021

LOVING AGING...IT TAKES GOD, GRACE & GRIT

It is interesting that we seldom hear, The sun rises on the evil and on the good...it is mostly, It rains on the just and on the unjust. 

Living in the material world, I suspect we learn early to lean our expectations toward the less-than-wonderful, the rain, and only dare hope for the occasional wonderful, the sun. 

Comes now the joy of aging...the joy, that is, when we chose to upgrade our attitude, as in love, laugh and welcome the sun and the rain. 

The many changes that life brings as we age, as we grow into our own philosophy of life, into our spiritual nature, can be viewed through welcoming eyes, spiritually, or through eyes of dread, egoically. 

It is a certainty that aging will lead us through layers, planes, levels of consciousness...all bring sun and all bring rain. Occasionally both at the same time...God's gift, rainbows! 

About the sun...fear of being wrong and laughed at, we hesitate to openly seek the sun, i.e., try for an uplifted outlook, or we're too afraid to seek a God of our own understanding, for what does that even mean? Again, we're held back by our own fear of being wrong.

Then there's the rain. It's less dicey to expect less-than-wonderful, the worst case, Murphy's Law. Whatever or whenever less-than happens, we can blame it on our rotten luck...or you. We won't be laughed at...more likely, held in contempt...but ego is served.     

I've come to experience my aging as a fairly constant choice of laughter or anxiety. Anxiety first actually, but with grace, God and grit, I find the laughter. Sharing it with a same-age friend does the trick. There. Love. Plain and simple.   

Many changes are too infinitesimal to notice, others, of course, are huge...all just need to be loved. And here comes the sun! 

Without a sunny perspective, rain is the downside to the egoic mind. Having sought still more spiritual growth through the years, age is now our advantage. We know to look through the eyes of God and feel the calm of Oneness.

The sun and the rain, like the Father and I, are One.

Thank you.

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