Old age is not a disease - it is
strength and survivorship, triumph over all kinds of vicissitudes and
disappointments, trials and illnesses.
Maggie Kuhn
Seriously, as we become
"elder", our emotions will run the gambits of highs and lows. Hopefully we have found ways to feel
comfortable in our own skin. Hopefully
we have learn to break habits and patterns that undercut our being here. What is our comfort when things become
uncomfortable? I do not mean denial, nor
minimizing our truths, but things that truly positively comfort us.
Each of us is unique. None of us wants to become a burden to those
we love or society, and so we seek ways to be a succor. How do we rest; physically, intellectually,
emotionally and spiritually so that we might be reenergized? How do we altar our negativities so that we
might be a positive force, even under the duress of our body breaking
down? it does. We cannot hide it. We cannot cover up or pretend that this is
not happening t us. It is and how do we
not move into fear and fear-based reactions?
Examining our past ways of
comforting ourselves may lead to awareness of how our means of comfort might be
disabling, albeit innocuous? How do we
embrace our mode(s) of comfort without those very things being avoidance? Life is not about endurance. Life is about more than momentary comforts,
it is more than choosing denigrating ways of comfort(s). How do we be "in" the world without
draining others with our neediness?
Comfort is not about turning outside
Self in order to feel appeased, feel connected, feeling 'enough'. Choosing ways of comfort that are negative,
in the long run, causes more dysfunction.
Avoidance and withdrawal does not solve any 'comfort' issues. It can become addictive to stay isolated, to
stop interacting with life, to move into things that anesthetize us rather than
inspire us to learn new lesson.
Suppression of interactions means you are giving up on that which makes
life move ahead, progress from being a static human being rather than fulfill
one's potential.
Some tried and true ways that I have
found comfort (like popcorn, like walking in circles muttering to self to ease
stress...) eventually gave no relief. I
had to find new ways to comfort self.
What kinds of things do I try now?
I love burning sage, burning an
earthly candle, and moving to my art desk and arting my heart out. I know, now, why our elders used to sit in
rocking chairs on the porch; rocking is
huge comfort and, as well, I know the benefits, psychologically, of Rocking
Therapy. I used to love to read books,
now, reading books has become one I typically do when riding in a vehicle or
motor home on long trips to fill in the boredom.
Another Comfort activity was to clean house;
when deeply stressed with lots of angst, I could clean house like a wildfire. Not anymore.
Now I have to room by room, job by job.
That is pretty much an activity that no longer gives comfort. I love to camp out in nature. Still do.
And, I do find that so comforting to be out, after dark, with a campfire
flame drawing stories in the night sky. Music
helps drown out things that are not comfortable, but one has to be in the mood
for such. These days, a lovely cup of
Chai can do wonders in the evenings. I
know, moving back into cultural activities is going to, again, bring me
spiritual comfort. I have missed it
these four years. I am looking forward
to finding cultural ways to gain comfort.
Maybe that is why some people smoke pot. That has never been an option for me. And,
they have never given themselves the opportunity to develop ways of positive
comfort. . We need comforting. It is another basic human need. Sometimes just talking to a sister-friend can
bring me comfort without her even knowing I needed it. I see how my ways to getting Comfort have had
to change. Small things can bring such
pleasures.
Whatever we do, be aware of how it
comforts us. Do you know what small
things bring you comfort? Are we
developing ways of comfort that can sustain us through the ravages of
Elderhood? Consider ways some ways we
use negative and positive comforts.
Begin developing those ways of comfort for later.
I wish you comfort, sister-friends
©Carol Desjarlais 5.19.19
I think in some ways aging is a disease, our mind changes, our physical body changes and all the things around us change. It is or seems to be a much quicker change than our lives before? The need to help, learn, work. all seems to be a fading. Isolation is a choice we make, perhaps there is some self help needed where others can not help. Great blog .
ReplyDeleteOur fatal flaw, that of being born to die. Where, in the beginning, we are capable of renewing, at the end, that ability is gone. Our first struggles must be the same as our end one but then we simply fade.
DeleteThere is no stopping the clock but we can put up a fight.. We have always been fighters .Hugs
DeleteNo, as you say, "Tic Toc". xoxo
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