Honoring our life honors our Creator

I call upon heaven & earth this day to bear witness

that I have set before you life & death, blessings & curses.

Choose life.

Choose life so you &  your descendants may live.

Choose life.

Deuteronomony 30:19

How I wish that every one of my older friends, their families & loved ones, care partners & medical support realized that there is no time stamp on this admonition from the Divine.  And I don't mean that we should cling to this life, that the elderly should put themselves through countless hoops in order to cling to earthly existence.  Because it isn't about respiration or heart beats - it's a call to LIVE.  

 

We are all called to live, at every age.  To LIVE.  One of the reasons I work with older friends, doing all I can to help them live as expansive a life as possible, is because of having such a supremely fabulous role model in my own mother.  And one of the things she did in her late 80s/early 90s, as her body experienced the slows & her energy flagged, to choose life was to honor that life, to look back & simply see appreciate thank all that brought her to the present moment.

In remembering those remarkable days, working together on the many e-mails sent to her Mindwalker1910 dist list, am struck over & over by the love underpinning each one.  Love for the people included in the various postings, love for the people receiving them, love for the sheer exuberant sake of loving.

So many - too many - people seem to live life in a holding pattern, going for numb & feeling safe rather than wildly joyful & feeling OPEN.  Too many older people seem to wish for lives where they aren't a fuss to anyone, certainly don't make a fuss.  Or they're blue & grumpy, acting like nothing in life is worth the effort anymore, making it pretty miserable for themselves & all around them.  As if life has passed its expiration date when we hit a certain age.  

Check your foot, other parts of your body.  Ain't no expiration date for full-throttle living.

Just because we're confined to the house or the immediate neighborhood doesn't mean that our spirit needs to be confined.  That's one of the reason my feet are to the fire to make a success of Cyber Access for the Technically Timid - having access to a computer, a keyboard & someone as a guide helped Mom zoom out of her house, out into the world.  

But then Mom never thought of herself or her experience as small, let alone less.  From first breath to last, she honored her life, and in so doing honored her Creator.

So should we all.