Aches and pains
“Sometimes I need
only to stand
wherever I am
to be blessed.”
― Mary Oliver
I move more slowly.
I feel more of myself
or at least I'm conscious of parts of my body
— e.g. hips, knees, neck —
that never previously got a sideways glance
less still an appreciation of their solemn, unbidden,
And some things hurt — a lot.
"Ah, tis age me ol' boy."
Of course, it's only going to get worse, unless I'm off my face on morphine or whatever the hell else I can get my hands on.
The thing is, apropos of wisdom, no one talks about this stuff. I mean, you can see it in the eyes, or a stoop or the quiet desperation of dealing with pain but no one wants to fess up and say that with age, even with the best medicines in the world, you're going to be beset with aches and lots of, at times, excruciating pain.
I wonder why that it is?
Perhaps they don't want to spoil the slightly masochistic surprise or there's nothing they could say to ameliorate your daily woes.
Then again, perhaps that's the lot of the human form; to endure.
I don't know.
I do know that taking time to feel your way into the pain, to take things easy and to sit with what's arising isn't just some New-Age prescription, it's absolutely necessary — or, certainly, that's my experience.
Not only that but to understand that life isn't all delight and frolic, for if it were we'd live in constant fear of the end. At least with some pain — not the type that keeps you bedridden for years on end — it prepares you for agedness tinged with the wisdom to know that there are a few life lessons to be passed down the generations.
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