Growing Up, Growing Old!
This morning I dropped my daughter off at the ferry terminal. She was off to babysit a friend’s child and I had the mission thereafter of getting on with my day. Actually ,quite routine until I left the terminal building to walk back to my car. Then I noticed the beach and the growing early morning sunshine and decided to follow my advice I give to everyone else, which is to be in the moment, to take time to smell the flowers, love the trees, breathe and fly kites. Today it was take time to be in the moment and walk on the deserted beach right in front of me. I had my little maltese dog, Lily, with me. I set her down on the beach and she just went crazy. Her little body filled up with the sudden freedom to run rampant in this place, with sand kicking up all over her body and me and the breeze flying through her ears and tail as she spun around wildly and looked at me for encouragement to go more crazy. I gave it. Why not? It is fun to go crazy every now and then, to spin around and play with the abandon of a dog or a child. Both dogs and children always teach so well about being in the moment and about playing so that your heart sings. They live for the moment. And then we grow older and forget this wonderful way of being. And so I was reminded to be in the moment and play a bit, maybe even a lot.
Lily and I walked the length of the small beach and back and as we came back, an elderly couple approached. They came right up to Lily who was then busy digging a hole in the sand. They wanted to say hello to her. Lily, although miniature, is a feisty beast and not afraid to attack a horse, a bear, raccoons and other dogs but she draws the line with humans she does not know. She climbed under my long skirt and left me to the social niceties. The woman in front of me told me she had recently lost her dog and it pained her immensely. We got talking about dogs and she told me she had had dogs since she was “yay high” . We talked about the love and depth of this all and how it tore a heart out to say goodbye to our companions when they had to pass away. She told me of how she would speak to this dog each day and how it would help her deal with life’s concerns, her husband’s passing and so on and how it was for her and the man standing with her, when they discovered the darling most beloved dog of all had incurable cancer. The dearest dog now lays buried in her front garden under the favourite patch of grass he loved to sit on and their conversation continues, he from the ground or the air around, and she from the window that looks out onto his resting spot. I was gradually introduced to her companion at her side, the wonderful elderly man with the kind, loving face. She told me that they had just booked a trip together. She said: “Why not?” as if I was questioning it and as if to explain herself for a brief moment and then she took a deep breath and said firmly and lovingly that although they were both in their eighties they were not going to stop living each day to the fullest. No not them! Life is way too much joy. I stood there looking into the beautiful, kind, elderly, wise, watery eyes of this woman; my height, even a few inches more. We met eye to eye, heart to heart. I was struck by her tall bearing and how she stood so gracefully and energetically in her power and how she so did not look like she was 80 something. Neither did her partner, who was apparently older than her. He was quietly supportive of her and yet not afraid to chime in. It was a very co-active conversation. In between, he apologized to me for not shaving that morning and I said I had not noticed. He said: “She noticed and she did not like it.” They smiled at each other lovingly in response. I noticed the kindness and caring between them ; how they constantly glanced over at each other and how they communicated together and with me in our sharing. I noticed how the other’s life mattered and even as they had separate lives and journeys, possibly even separate houses, they wound their time together for each other in the moment, and treated it as sacred, as a gift to be treasured. Later as I drove away, I saw them sitting on a bench above the beach, as close together as they possibly could get. Before I left, I told them that they were both an inspiration to me and I would be talking about them. They smiled back and the woman told me her last name and which road she lived in. I know the name of her companion. They said they hoped they would bump into me again and thanked me for taking the time to talk with them. They said this as if not many people do take the time to talk to them. I told them that the pleasure had also been mine. We said goodbye. I gathered up Lily and we went to the car.
As I drove away I suddenly realized that while I was talking to this dear elderly lady who appeared ageless and her companion who loved her dearly, and she him, that I had felt as if I was talking to my elderly higher self. She looked like me, she spoke like me. The words coming out of this woman’s heart and mouth , indeed even her appearance, were my stories too, almost word for word. She certainly talked as much as me. She talked about my favourite things: about dogs; men; the joy of children and being on a beach; living life and loving. She had her loving companion with her and it was clear it was an unconditional love and connection that had them be together. And then the AHA moment. I realized that I had in fact really grown up. I have grown up to be fully authentically who I was meant to be in this life and it has been an incredible journey to get to this place and, on having had the experience of looking into the eyes of this elderly version of myself, standing next to her companion, I just knew the journey was far from over. That even when you are 80 something you are beautiful, graceful, elegant, even sexy, yes so absolutely sexy, and you have a light to shine that ships in a wicked dangerous sea would see for miles on a dark and blustery night and would know that you represented sanctuary. And so my lesson for today to share is that it is our responsibility to shine our light. I have grown up - I Am Me. I saw today how graceful and peaceful it is to grow old and all the while in between to love life and to love love, to never stop loving those who cross your path to be with you; to speak love and to contnue to shine so brightly. As I came home, I synchronistically noticed a quote on a piece of paper on one of my piles of “stuff” I am busy clearing away, a quote that I had found a while ago, attributed to a wise teacher: White Eagle. I want to share it with you now. It is:
“The light of the spirit can shine from your heart, from your whole body. The heart centre of all can be like a lighted torch on a dark night, and can cast a beam into darkened highways. This is the very light of the universe, the true light of God, the dynamic force which can perform miracles.”
I know that there was a lot of light on that beach this morning. I do not know what it all means and I don’t need to know. I do know however that I finally grew up to realize that my light serves others in this world and I am selfish to dim it. I also realized that others lights serve me too, they fill me up and it is selfish not to let them shine on me and to be receptive to it. Since we are all essentially one, when we shine the world shines brighter. The world just shone a lot brighter this morning on a small beach in Horseshoe Bay, West Vancouver.
So here’s what I want for you: I want for you to simply acknowledge and be aware of this light in you, however small or big you perceive it to be, notwithstanding what you make up about it and despite what others say. Notice it even if you feel it is non-existent and you think I am crazy. Please play with me here and agree to crank it up at least another 50% today. I know you will not be disappointed. When I got out of bed this morning, I had this random sentence come into my head which was: “Welcome to another amazing day. What will you have me get up to today!”. Well the day is still a puppy…and so far, so great!
Welcome to your amazing day today! What will you get up to today? How will you use this one precious day? What will amp up your light a bit more for you and your world today? Go do that thing and let me know. I want to hear from You! When you grow up, when you finally grow up, you realize you make a difference in each moment so why not let it be a great difference. And then growing old is a beautiful transition. Thank you Mrs. B and loving John. I hope you have a wonderful trip together.
With love,
K X








