To make an end is to make a beginning.
The end is where we start from. T.S. Eliot
This morning there are men in the tall oak trees I can see from the windows of my apartment. They are pruning the branches that have died since last summer to make room for new growth. The men look like rock climbers with their head-gear, sturdy boots, ropes and pulleys – only they get paid for their daring gymnastics. I get to watch the circus for free.
Beginnings and endings have been on my mind lately. My sister decided we should start getting together, just we three, more often than our big family reunions every five years – “while we still can”. In two weeks I’ll catch a plane and our other sister will travel by car to make this happen.
I’m looking forward to an exciting tour of Costa Rica I have planned for next March. At the same time I keep receiving catalogues luring me to sign up for other places I’ve always wanted to visit. Only now there is a difference. Yosemite National Park, one of the trips offered, has long been on my list of places to see. I note that the trip offered in my activity level involves walking a mile or so among the Giant Sequoia trees and driving to see another site or two. Most of the time we would spend in a classroom learning about the wonders more able-bodied adventurers could get to on foot. That’s not for me! I’ll find other avenues to explore.
It’s clear to me now that my energy is diminishing. I push ahead to do what I want to do and then my body puts on the brakes. If I’m honest with myself this has been occurring slowly over a decade or so. When I accept this I find balance restored. My appetite for exploring new things is in accord with the natural slowing down of my body. This elegant equation leaves me with just the right amount of energy still to do things I love. And open to new possibilities which I have no doubt will appear.
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Beautifully put vivanchange. It’s never about the things we can’t, but the million others we can and we too often overlook or ignore for things out of our reach. I love your optimism and love of life, it’s inspiring!
Thanks, Cyril. I was hoping I would connect with people of different ages. I’m glad I give you inspiration.
Nice imagery about the oak trees and men working. I also enjoy pondering beginnings and endings with you in this piece. Your travels sound exciting….lots to write about. Will be looking forward to reading your thoughts about it all.
Thanks. I do have travel stories I want to tell in my pipeline.
Aging and living life to its fullest works for me. So, glad to find a kindred spirit. Looking forward to upcoming post on your travels.
Yes, we are kindred spirits. Thanks for reading and commenting on my posts.