Tag Archives: aging

AGING WITH GRACE: AN OXYMORON

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Whining about IKEA knee

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Starting to feel whole again

art_mandalaTreeofLifeIt has been a very eventful week and as I sit here today I am so aware of feeling different; actually feeling the freedom I’d hoped for in retirement.  Strange, given what’s transpired in the past week or so that I feel this way now after a trauma-filled week … but I do.  It’s as if some kind of weight has been lifted from my spirit (and my shoulders) that is making life just plain easier to live.  After years of feeling as if my immune system had collapsed I’m back to being who I once was; able to take things in my stride and move along in life with the things that matter the most to me. Continue reading

THIS IS IT … IT’S MY 60TH BIRTHDAY

partyYou might be thinking: “What … no post today?”  and conjuring up any number of explanations in realm of: “Just how hard is this turning 60 turning out to be?”

Truth is; it’s a busy day.  As you read this my sweetie and I are likely dashing about with last minute preparations.  I’m looking forward to being surrounded by people who love me and want to share in celebrating this passage.  Will there be singing?  I hope so.  Will there be dancing?  I hope so.  I’ve no doubt at all, though, that it will be a sweet day and evening.

The last thing I’ll do before going to sleep is sit down and share what the day was actually like for me.  That would be a pleasure. 

So, if you don’t mind too much, raise a glass to me today  and drop back in some time tomorrow.

Sylvia

59 years and 51 weeks old … but who’s counting

warning turning 60Well, it’s one week until my 60th birthday.  In a year full of transitions somehow this move from my 50s into my 60s seems like a big thing to me.  The 10-year birthdays have always been significant to me.  From the time I turned 20 this has been the case.  I remember sitting at the kitchen table at my mother’s house and thinking that this was it … I would never be a teenager again.  Not that being a teenager had been a piece of cake, but it seemed better than what lay ahead.  I thought.  I actually don’t remember so much about turning 30 but turning 40 involved a fabulous party thrown by my daughter Nili with some help from her brothers.  At 50 I went on safari in Africa and climbed Mt. Kilimanjaro (even wrote about it on Journeywoman).  All of those were transitions that involved some reflection and recognition but this seems different somehow.  Why? Continue reading

With less on my plate I sometimes forget there’s a plate at all

seder-at-obamasWhat wonderful Passover seders we had. Okay – so we didn’t draw the kind of attention that the seder at the Obamas house  did, but both nights were truly memorable and fabulous for us.  Right now I’m luxuriating in the glow of having just spent meaningful time with some of the people I  love the most.  These are the moments – for me – when I really can experience the light and the darkness together  (check Part 2 of this linked posting) and just see how much goodness surrounds me.  Let me go back – though – to a few  days before Passover and a startling realization I came to. Continue reading

Sick days: How does that work now?

fluWell, I’m sick.  It’s nothing serious … just a horrid cold.  Several weeks ago – just before Freida was born – I thought I was coming down with a cold.  Not long ago David and I discovered Zicam and it has helped us (we think … don’t burst our illusion please) avert many a sniffle.  I managed to hold the cold at bay for a while (okay … so maybe the cold I have now is a different one altogether; just humour me here – after all, I’m sick!) but last Friday it finally arrived.  It came with great fury; nose dripping, sneezing, aches and pains, snorting … all of those things that make us so beautiful when we’re under the weather.   Continue reading