The Tao has no preference for one thing over another. Everything belongs, without distinction. Therefore it never tires and is always new and fresh. We, of course, make distinctions, exhausting ourselves by preferring this, and disdaining that; clinging here and avoiding there. How sad, for we were made for quiet peace and joy. The Tao Te Ching - Chapter 5
As Shakespeare once said,
(He must have, somewhere in his works)
“I’m too old for this shit.”
Thing is, I’m discovering that I actually really am.
I spent thirty minutes yesterday shoveling snow,
clearing a path between the cabin and the motor home.
I spent the rest of the day recovering
and today I’m still tired, and still it snows.
(As, of course, it should this time of year.)
As I sit and watch the flakes pour down
to erase yesterday’s work, I am subdued.
No amount of good health,
and I am quite truly in good health,
can cover the reality of seventy-seven years.
My life will need to change in the coming year.
(Is there no end to transitions?)
I can’t caretake a mountain property any more.
Somewhere inside is a small voice,
difficult to hear amidst the noise,
“The best is yet to come, but it won’t be the same old illusion
of imperviousness and endless energy.
It will be quiet and unobtrusive,
with no need to impose a thing upon the world.
You really are too old for this shit.
It’s time to leave the shit behind
and find what lies beneath.”
Still, it’s sad somehow.
You know the feeling.
We all do.
That’s why we come together
in all the ways we can.