So, Betty White died the other day.
I mostly remember her from The Golden Girls, and from her internet presence over these later years. She seemed like someone who it would have been fun to know, a role model for living (and aging) joyously. As I’ve read a couple of times lately – it says something about your life and legacy that you could die at 99 years of age and people are still saying it was too soon…
If I look at her age, and others who are in their mid to late 90s, I can literally think of myself as middle aged! It’s a time of life when you start to ponder your own mortality, though – especially when your health is not great. I’ve been reading an anthology of Mary Oliver‘s poems, and it has been interesting to read some of what she was writing when she was around my age. The two anthologies written around the age I am now are “Dream Work” and “House of Light“; they each contain one of her more well known poems. Maybe getting closer to death triggers a greater introspection; maybe it’s because there are often big life changes in these years. Or maybe some people are just more naturally thinkers…
I want this year to count, and I am aware that I have less time to do that with each passing day. Probably a good idea to get on with things then! 😀
Here is a song that I enjoyed listening to. It does come across a bit as focusing on those who have health and families to enjoy in their old age, but the sentiment is still applicable to those who are struggling with brokenness. Yes, you are still beautiful, and you can still learn how to be settled in your own skin!
May your path this year be paved with wildflowers, and your heart be soothed by oceans ❤
1000 Fields of Roses 