For the past twenty years I’ve thought about “aging gracefully”. An acquaintance of mine once called me “stately”. I smiled to myself and then to her and said with a sincere “Thank you”. Awhile later I began thinking about the word stately; thinking back on my high school years when I was a full 6’2”, thin (very thin) straight “ dirty blond” hair, and thought stately (?). Now, bear in mind that was at least 40 – 45 years ago. And this acquaintance of mind told me this fascinating fact about 10 years ago.
Was it because of the way I was dressed, my natural looking makeup, my height, my smile? What was it exactly? So, I stopped “thinking” and grabbed for my dictionary. Mrs. Merriam Webster said, – didn’t have anything to say; the Advanced Dictionary and Thesaurus stated, “baronial, statuesque, a noble tree (impressive or grand in size, appearance or manner.”), a severe-looking policeman set astride a noble horse, a stately column – hmm these weren’t too useful. Let’s see what Mr. Oxford to say, “impressive or grand in size, appearance or manner.” That’s more helpful. So, I look noble (!?). How does one look noble. All I could think of was England’s monarchy. Certainly not. ( I know incomplete sentence, but this isn’t suppose to be an English/language class).
Still not completely certain of what she meant, I asked her, and her response was more of the impressive or grand in size, appearance or manner. me being a southern, mountain girl/woman still didn’t get it. So, I referred to a book, Aging Gracefully, by Linda Staten and Jeannie Hund. Whose first words were,” They say that life is a journey and it’s true. There’s a lot to see and do, and the best way to catch the sights is to slow down and take a closer look. That’s what aging gracefully is all about – liking at who you are, appreciating what you’ve got, and knowing how to have a good day! In your own unique way, of course.” Well, that didn’t exactly answer my question either, but I liked it. So, I want to take each day in stride; starting with my usual routine of prayer and bible reading in the peace and quiet (my husband retires in the next 3 weeks), feed my 2 cats, drink my coffee and spend a few minutes thinking about what I’m going to do the rest of the day. And wonder, mainly, about what God asked me at the being of Lent – “What are you going to do for me?”
So, I’ll sit here and ponder for awhile. A follower wrote about suicide among female inmate guards and it has touched my heart greatly. I feel I must do some thing. Even if it’s wrong. My “stately” body and mind has got to do some thing.