Life may not be about post-mortem's on yesterday's events, thoughts or writing but I do typically begin each posting here by reading the previous one ... Love and Hate ... Sadness and Glee ... Hello's and Goodbye's .... So much of what I write here does seem to be about the paired experiences and feelings that we carry with us into the fields we work each day and this past week or so has been no exception.
I call it juggling ... the capacity, that is, to carry both sides or the many sides of some experience, including those related to getting older. I watched a documentary with M, last night, on the benefits of juicing ... of lengthy periods of time where one consumes the freshly extracted juice of vegetables and fruit, in quantity or alone ... Interesting piece by a youngish Aussie, Joe Cross, who juices and gets juiced on juicing by holding out a hand to others struggling with symptoms and weight. I wondered if the same effects are felt in the Last Quarter ... ENERGY, ENERGY, ENERGY.
But there are, indeed, a number of experiences that I hear about regularly from those who are in the 60-80 corridor and the 80+ folk, as well, including diminished energy levels. Back pain and pains, in general; irregular sleep; weight issues; sadness; aloneness; and a host of "wear and tear" (sexual and bowel and urinary functions all seem to change -- "not covered on your warranty, Ma'am!) problems that don't seem to be covered by the manufacturer's promises.
Some of the readers to this blog think me maudlin .... Frankly I identify more with children book characters like mischievous Madeline ... or Curious George. Looking about ... here and there ... and getting into trouble .... Some keep asking me questions, as if I had answers. There was a how-to manual of sorts for Inquisitors ... the Maleus Maleficarum ... the Witch's Hammer ...
In the work I've done in my professional life, we often contrast EXPLORATION with EXPLANATION. The latter seeks to provide answers for queries, as if one could provide such closure.
Mom and Dad at the door: Why were you not home at curfew?
Adolescent: Mom, Dad .... I was having a great time with my friends and for a while I was sexually exploring/being explored by &%^$^&. And while I was thus engaged, Oh, Dear Parents ... I really didn't give two hoots about you Old Birds.
EXPLANATIONS are never, to my way of thinking, either adequate or safe; rarely, if a question has been posed, will the other be satisfied with the proffered answer.
EXPLORATION is a different bird, altogether. It looks to what the experience was like ... how it felt ... and whether it's experientially similar to previous such encounters in the world of being.
EXPLANATIONS are ashen grey; dang! EXPLORATIONS are green with potential growth and change.
Going on vacation for another week and a half ... EXPLORING inside and outside.
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