I've gotten the same sensation of being unseen and that I don't feel a part of things anymore. After having watched older people for years and now that I am over 65, I understand. Perhaps it has to do with our culture that often disregards old age, or more likely it is simply natural that as we get ready to leave this world, we begin to separate from it first in our minds in preparation for our leave-taking.
We keep the important parts and let go of the distractions. They tug at us for a while, but the quiet and peace win every time. Its what we've worked for, and now its here )))))))
I'm reminded of Brian Wilson's "In My Room." It takes a long time to bring our world into one room. It is comforting. Our desires are simple and at hand. I hope your room is a joyous place and that you get out in this perfect world for some sunshine very day.
15 or so minutes sunshine. All to my self out side my rented room . I close eyes a few moments to see inside and and when open the light shines, bird songs and orange trees blossoms fill life for a moment. Glad to have that moment when I read Leaves.
One perfect life and one perfect planet. A beautiful thought, Sharron.
Every morning, Mrs. Wolf and I like to watch the news as we head out the door and try to guess the age of the various celebrity birthdays they announce. It’s quite unsettling sometimes. They’ll mention a star I always picture in their 20s who’s now my age and I wonder what the hell happened to the time?
All I want is a room somewhere/ far away from the cold night air/ with one enormous chair/ oh, wouldn't it be loverly?
Oh wait! I've already got that. Isn't it loverly. And so is your beautiful windowed room with your music, writing, and memories. The best time in life.
Such is the way of things. We fade as we age. And we pull away from this world. I find myself caring less and less about the things the world finds so absorbing. I have had a good life and more blessings than tragedies. I have people who love me. I have creative hobbies I still love. I am ready to slow down and focus on the things and people I love. The world will keep doing its thing with or without me. I am fine with that.
I notice, as well, that I am out of the mainstream - and for the most part it's fine. I am happy in my little apartment, with my two cats, my computer and my memories.
Same feeling here😞. I tried to remember how I treated old people in my youth. With compassion I think. But nowadays, I feel that young people lack patience.
I've gotten the same sensation of being unseen and that I don't feel a part of things anymore. After having watched older people for years and now that I am over 65, I understand. Perhaps it has to do with our culture that often disregards old age, or more likely it is simply natural that as we get ready to leave this world, we begin to separate from it first in our minds in preparation for our leave-taking.
We keep the important parts and let go of the distractions. They tug at us for a while, but the quiet and peace win every time. Its what we've worked for, and now its here )))))))
You and your words are anything but unseen. I love your creativity and the enchanting way you craft.
I'm reminded of Brian Wilson's "In My Room." It takes a long time to bring our world into one room. It is comforting. Our desires are simple and at hand. I hope your room is a joyous place and that you get out in this perfect world for some sunshine very day.
15 or so minutes sunshine. All to my self out side my rented room . I close eyes a few moments to see inside and and when open the light shines, bird songs and orange trees blossoms fill life for a moment. Glad to have that moment when I read Leaves.
One perfect life and one perfect planet. A beautiful thought, Sharron.
Every morning, Mrs. Wolf and I like to watch the news as we head out the door and try to guess the age of the various celebrity birthdays they announce. It’s quite unsettling sometimes. They’ll mention a star I always picture in their 20s who’s now my age and I wonder what the hell happened to the time?
Oh Sharron I had started a poem on a similar theme yesterday:
I don’t think anyone young can
know
the tears that come
with older age
For loved ones
who are
no longer here
All the
Awarenesses you cannot have…
when young
A serene reflection, Sharron. It's nice to read along with your earnest and honest voiceover. You would be perfect at recording for e-books.
All I want is a room somewhere/ far away from the cold night air/ with one enormous chair/ oh, wouldn't it be loverly?
Oh wait! I've already got that. Isn't it loverly. And so is your beautiful windowed room with your music, writing, and memories. The best time in life.
Exactly. This is the best of all possible worlds
Such is the way of things. We fade as we age. And we pull away from this world. I find myself caring less and less about the things the world finds so absorbing. I have had a good life and more blessings than tragedies. I have people who love me. I have creative hobbies I still love. I am ready to slow down and focus on the things and people I love. The world will keep doing its thing with or without me. I am fine with that.
Well-lived life and still savoring - that's all good.
I notice, as well, that I am out of the mainstream - and for the most part it's fine. I am happy in my little apartment, with my two cats, my computer and my memories.
Same feeling here😞. I tried to remember how I treated old people in my youth. With compassion I think. But nowadays, I feel that young people lack patience.
I am approaching a big birthday, one that feels monumental to me and not in the best way and so I truly felt every word of this, Sharron.
This is beautiful, I hope to someday have this outlook on life.