Into the autumn of life

My thoughts move into the Autumn of life, sitting at a window watching the world move here and there, always moving, like the moments of life. Days of endless summer seem to push the thought of Autumn farther to the back recesses of the mind, a place that does not yet exist, although each day that passes, waking with a new ache, a new pain replacing yesterdays malady, makes the weight of the changes so much more profound. I don’t want to be old. I don’t want to watch the world move without me, without my words drifting out from a thick volumes pages, without someone somewhere saying, yes, she was someone beautiful. Will I remember as my hair turns to brilliant shades of white, glistening like the Northern snow I left behind in search of the sun, each fragment of joy that I embraced, each word of kindness spoken, each piece of beauty, will it still remain the same? Fresh like a crisp red apple that falls from a tree, waiting to be tasted, even though I know before my lips even prick the skin, I know the taste will be tart, the consistency crunchy, the juice so very sweet. It’s these things I want to remember. The Autumn of life so far away yet I still ponder it in my youth, for it is youth that sustains me. The feeling of exceeding each day in wonder, in memory. I need the laughter, the love of a moment that may never pass this way again, the exuberance of the failed attempts at hula hooping or the glee as I awake in the morning, rolling on the bed with the two hounds, feeling like I’m part of a pack of puppies as they wag their tail, rubbing their selves around me with a toothy smile and a bubble gum pink tongue hanging as if they themselves are relishing this moment. The rain came down with flashes of lightning and it lifted me as it has a tendency to do. It is cleansing, this rain. The little hound sits by my feet, knowing I will protect her or perhaps it is she protecting me. The sheets of water fell for a little while then moved on, it’s mission done for now, perhaps to return, we shall see. For here there is constant change, sun to cloud to dark to light and back round again. Perpetual summer but the rains that I remember and loved best always came in autumn. The smell of earth being washed clean, the damp leaves that would now become a part of the earth, from life to death, full circle. I am not morose, instead I am capturing the meandering path these thoughts take, in a land of people who move slow, elderly bodies with kind eyes that pass in the market and nod a simple hello, and even to poets who reach a long lived age and with a vibrancy I too wish to secure for myself. So many lessons to learn on living and staying young, lessons from nature, and from memories of a lifetime still to embrace.

To the young and old at heart, keep on keeping on and don’t forget to laugh and embrace the world around you.

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17 thoughts on “Into the autumn of life

  1. The wires come off a week from today! ๐Ÿ™‚ Very happy about that. Still eating good pureed food. Can’t wait to begin learning how to eat ‘real’ food with my sort-of new jaw. It will take a while. So…next weekend I’m hoping to graduate to ‘soft food’!

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  2. I’m still trying to find my way through all of this
    I did eat
    But I fell like a balloon
    Pain yes can’t understand just where it’s coming from
    I’m still in a somewhat haze
    I will talk to you later
    Sheldon

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  3. You are so sweet Elouise, I’m glad you’re a part of my circle, my tribe here at WP. So many good thoughts and memories still to be made and captured. How’s your jaw? Eating good food yet? Peace and blessings and always so much thanks, Kim

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  4. So does that mean still no reason for the pain? Good morning, eating good today I hope? I hope it wasn’t too horrible for you. I,was thinking of you all week and especially this am, saying my prayers and sending light…hope you caught it๐Ÿ˜Š peace and love,
    Always,
    Kim

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  5. memories are for staying young
    And for the heart to be one
    Great read
    Very powerful
    Good morning Kim
    I’m back
    They found the normal stuff
    made it through with flying color
    Feel a little banged up
    No worst for wear
    Sheldon

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  6. How about ‘she IS someone beautiful?!’ I’m right there with you on this meandering post–though without the sudden shifts in weather that flows across Florida. So many memories captured in your train of thought. Priceless. If not already poetic! ๐Ÿ™‚
    Elouise

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  7. Thank you avinamdar, so glad you enjoyed it. trying to get some poetry out later but my thoughts are a bit scattered today, I shall reign them in sooner or later. Peace and blessings, Kim

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