There can be something rich about growing older (apart from brand new aches and ailments that pop up without warning).
I find agreement with what Richard Rohr says about life in our older years in his book, Falling Upward, “we do not have strong and final opinions about everything, every event, or most people, as much as we allow things and people to delight us, sadden us, and truly influence us.”
Yes, I have opinions (oh, boy, do I), but I’m also more willing to embrace a both-and perspective. More and more, I find that I don’t have to have an opinion on every. Single. Thing. That’s exhausting.
These are our wisdom years. We’ve been around the block a time or ten and, have learned things that can only be gleaned with the passing of time and seasoning of experience, getting knocked down and standing back up. We have much to offer those with an ear to listen.
crone compost these latter, loamy years of my seventh decade are rich with experience formed by choice cooked in the heat of passion kept warm and wet with tears and sweat stirred emptied replenished seasoned with time fertilizer for the future