When a Snack Box Becomes More
A snack with a side of virtual hugs Some afternoons I can hear them through my front door; a delivery driver, talking to himself while going through the snack box that I leave out, trying to decide which to choose. It has become one of my favorite sounds. I struggle these days with all that is…
The Attack on the Feminine
The earth and all that is sacred is under siege This is a difficult time for many…for all that are not male, white, and rich. That leaves a lot of us. I am an older woman now, an elder. I have seen much in my life and learned things, often painfully. I have come to an…
Circle of Crones
Women elders creating healing spaces I am lucky enough to volunteer at a local wildlife hospital. People bring in a variety of injured or ill animals. Recently it was baby bird season, where baby birds may fall out of nests, be attacked by other animals, or be injured in a variety of ways. The other…
Humbled By a Toilet
Not only my phone, but now my toilet is smarter than I am? I am humbled yet again. It happens a lot these days as I continue my path of elderhood. Wisdom seems to mean realizing just how much we don’t know… a list that seems to grow every day. I have accepted that my cell…
Quiet Eldering
Quiet, but no less powerful I have live most of my life thus far quietly. I learned that this style was the best way to feel safe in my childhood, given a very strict and authoritarian father whose anger was intense. Although he never lashed out physically, he was quick to anger. I don’t think that…
Self-Confidence
Always a challenge for me We have issues that we work on for our entire lives. One of my major issues has been self-confidence or lack there-of. I marvel at others around me who jump in confidently, even as beginners, and just believe that they will do ok. I have never been that way. I can…
I Don’t Feel That Old
My body begs to differ I am older than I feel on the inside. My body, however, is screaming my age at me regularly. I have aches and pains. My skin tears, breaks down, is more fragile. I have no idea where random bruises came from as they show up. My movements are slower; my flexibility…
Releasing a Crow
I got to release a crow back into the wild today I volunteer at several places these days, now that I am retired. I tell people that I volunteer with animals, since my career was as a social worker, so I feel like I “gave at the office” with people and it’s now time for me…
The Toxic Power of Shame
Shame can be a shroud that dampens your spirit and claims your life As an elder now, I am humbled yet again by the power of deep shame when I do something that I perceive as wrong, as against my principles, against who I want to be. I intend to try and be the best version…
Bruises On Our Souls
Not visible, but no less painful I recently took quite a fall, and one of the resulting bruises is a wonder to behold. It’s huge, and now with colorful shades of purple, green, and red. I have been hiding it, I notice with interest, as if it is a shame to have fallen, another indicator of…
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