Category Archives: Inner Wisdom & Intuition

My Muses Have a Few Thoughts on Befriending Aging

A Letter from Gratitude

Dear Jan,

Come walk with me a moment. You don’t have to carry anything today. I’ve got the wheelbarrow. Look. Here is one good breath. Here is a body that has carried you this far. Here are hands that still make, still reach, still receive. We are not counting what has changed. We are noticing what remains and what is quietly deepening.

This season isn’t asking you to prove anything. It’s inviting you to tend. Tend to what is still warm. Still alive. Still willing. Your life is not behind you. It is gathering itself. And I am right here, helping you notice.

Love,
Gratitude

A Letter from Detective Why Bother

Jan,

Let’s not sugarcoat this. Things are changing. Energy, pace, priorities… all of it. So the question isn’t “how do I keep up?” You already know that’s a losing game. The better question is: What’s actually worth your effort now? This is where you get selective. Intentional. Even a little ruthless. Not everything deserves tending. But what does? That’s where your life is. You’re not shrinking. You’re refining. And frankly…it’s about time.

Love,
Detective Why Bother

A Letter from Epiphany

Beloved Jan,

Come sit by the water with me. Do you see how the surface settles when nothing is disturbing it? This is what aging offers you, not less, but clearer. You no longer need to chase every ripple. You can wait for what is true to reveal itself. Tending, for you now, is not efforting. It is allowing. There is wisdom rising in you that cannot be rushed, only received. Let it come. I am here in the stillness with you.

Love,
Epiphany

A Letter from Steady Freddy

Hi Jan,

No need to hurry. I’ll walk with you. I know things feel different. Maybe a little slower. Maybe a little heavier some days. That’s okay. We’re not trying to get somewhere fast anymore. We’re building something that lasts. Small steps still count. Actually… they count more now. What if tending just meant: one small thing, done with care?

A cup of tea.
A page written
A walk taken.

You don’t have to do it all. Just keep going. I’ve got you.

Love, Steady Freddy

A Letter from Levity

Oh Jan…

What if we didn’t make this so serious? Yes, yes…aging, changing, tending…all very important. But also? You are still allowed to delight in ridiculous things. You are still allowed to laugh at yourself. To wear something a little unexpected. To dance badly in your kitchen. Lightness is not denial. It’s medicine. Let’s not forget to play with this season, too. Aging gracefully? Sure. But also…aging playfully. I’ll bring the flower crown.

With a wink, Levity

A Letter from Miss Direction

Jan,

I see what you’re doing. Trying to do this “aging gracefully” thing correctly. Trying to tend to the “right” things. Trying to meet this season with wisdom and poise and probably a nicely color-coded emotional system. Adorable. What if befriending included getting it wrong? What if tending didn’t always look like nurturing, but sometimes like wandering off, forgetting what you were doing, starting something new halfway through something else? What if this season of your life isn’t about becoming more together…but about becoming more yourself? Because let me tell you something, I specialize in the places where things don’t go as planned.

And those places? They’re not failures. They’re doorways you didn’t know you needed. So when your energy zigzags…when your focus drifts…when your plans unravel a little…

Come find me. I’ll be just off the path, collecting shiny, unexpected things, making meaning out of the mess. You don’t have to get older perfectly. You just have to stay in relationship with the life that’s unfolding. And sometimes? The most tender thing you can do is follow the detour.

Lovingly (and slightly sideways),
Miss Direction

A Letter from Uncle Quilliam Honkington

My Dear Jan,

If I may…There is a certain elegance to this stage of life that is often overlooked. Not the elegance of perfection, but of discernment. You are no longer obliged to entertain every expectation, nor to perform for every audience. You may choose.

Choose what to tend.
Choose what to release.
Choose what to savor.

There is dignity in this. And a quiet sort of power. Might I suggest, you are not “adjusting” to age…You are being initiated into it. And you are carrying yourself quite beautifully, I must say.

With admiration,
Uncle Quilliam Honkington

My Spiritual Journey

I woke up this morning with the best of intentions, to write my blog post for the challenge first thing in the morning. I even read the challenge the evening before so I could be thinking about it as I drifted off to slept. And even more important, I wouldn’t have to check my email to find the new prompt for the day (having to check email can be an all too easy temptation). I was pleased as punch with myself …I thought this was so clever of me. Then I woke up. Sat down eager and ready to begin writing. Opened up a word doc and sat there….and sat …and sat….my fingers not moving on the keyboard… Maybe I should go recheck how that prompt was worded. It might help to copy and paste it into my word doc. Yep I did this. And while I was there in my inbox… Uh huh! Yeah! All righty! Can you see my sheepish grin? This email distraction led me to check the Facebook group just on the off chance reading a few other responses would be just the jump start I needed. I started to compose a comment, but thankfully my inner voice had something to say about that, “No you can do that later..you need to get back to writing you post.” But first I felt the urge to check my other email…maybe someone left a comment on my post from yesterday. They did. I felt both encouraged and excited by several lovely comments. You’d would think this would help me get going on my post for this morning. Not exactly. I got up and fetched a drink of water. Now that I was at the sink I was conveniently greeted with a pile of dishes, which I decided I should quickly wash up. While doing these dishes I finally admit to myself that I am in that all too familiar dance with resistance once again. So I ask myself, ” So what’s going on?” I continued to explored this line of inquiry while making breakfast, which began to give me a small glimpse into what was going on. From experience I knew going for a walk would be the most helpful thing I could right now. There is something about the rhythm of walking which helps me get to the bottom of stuff. Here’s what I discovered while out walking this morning. There is a part of me that prefers not to talk/write about spiritual stuff. That isn’t quite an accurate statement. I talk and write about spiritual stuff all the time. Just ask some of my friends who think of me as the weird friend who talks about woo, woo stuff too much. I’m definitely on a spiritual path myself. My discomfort comes up when I’m asked to explicitly and formally talk about what I believe about spirituality. And go figure…silly me…I signed up for this. It shouldn’t be surprising we would be writing on few spiritual topics during the next 30 days. Yes, I know I could have chosen another topic to write about today. There were a couple of small problems with that. For one I would have had to figured out another topic to write about. And two..and more importantly, I revoked Ms. Resistance’s driving privileges quite some time ago. I am quite committed and determined to keep my hands on the steering wheel. Now you have the background story. Let me finally get to the prompts. Here’s my current understanding of spirituality. Warning wandering ramblings ahead. Yes, I will likely contradict myself. I think this is the nature of spirituality. It’s ripe with paradox. It’s a miraculous mystery. I’m learning to not let these contradictions confound me. I’ve slowly been learning to hold it all more lightly. I’m learning to be more okay with not knowing. More comfortable and trusting in a place of uncertainty. I try to spend more time in beginners mind. For me spirit is a very fluid thing, which makes it difficult to pin down. I know it…I’ve had very intimate life changing profound experiences with it. Try to put words to these experiences and more often than not I am at a total loss. For me spirituality seems to be mostly a wordless thing. I most often find spirit in the spaces between the words. In my creative work, when I’m in the zone, tapped into flow, it will seem like it isn’t me, but spirit speaking and co-creating with me. I don’t use one word to describe the idea of God. I am comfortable using many terms for this mystery. So depending on my mood or circumstance I’ve been known to describe this Essence as God, Goddess, Source, The Universe, the Great Spirit, Mother, Father, Grandmother. Buddha mind, Inner wisdom, and so on. I think of it as energy and consciousness. I think of it as the Oneness, which embraces the Many. At times I find it helpful to personify this Essence or think of as an animal guide. This morning when I went for that walk I found spirit in a weed patch of dandelions, in a quiet morning breeze, in a child’s raucous laughter, in my own shadow stretched out across the pavement, in the opening of my heart to learn something new about myself and my own spiritual journey and the gratitude I have for this precious gift called life. And this journey continues…..