"Are we the generation that will redefine aging?

Can aging be not just growing older but growing wiser?

Isn't there a little Zen in all of us?

Although 'growing old is not for sissies' this writer hopes that aging well is a real option."

Tuesday, January 2, 2018

The Pillbox

 


Each day I take 14 pills. I take them 4 times a day spread out from 8:00 am to 3:00 am—yes, I wake up at 3:00!

Without these pills I wouldn’t be alive—I have to take a blood thinning pill, a blood pressure pill, a statin for heart issues and a post herpatic pill for nerve pain. Yes, I had shingles about 5 years ago. And then there are the supplemental  others…you don’t need to know the list.

Why do I mention this? Because I don’t want my readers to think I’m unfamiliar with illness and the necessary requirements to stay ‘healthy.’

When I entered what is called by astrologers the Second Saturn Return at age 59, I began writing books. I willingly lived with a schedule that got me up and at my writing desk at seven am most days. I gladly pushed myself….the adrenaline was flowing, and many cups of coffee later I ended up with four published books.

When I turned sixty-five, and too many cups of coffee later, I began four years of dealing with the ‘demons’ brought about by too muchness—I was afflicted with issues with the heart, the GI, and anxiety and insomnia brought about by 3 visits to the ER due to uncontrolled blood pressure and atrial fibrillation. It was made worse by a cardiologist who gave me even more dangerous pills than I needed. Gratefully, my new cardiologist found the right combination of medicines—and I’m  now “healthy.”

So does this qualify me to write a blog about aging?  Does seventy years and fourteen pills help me to qualify?

Many of you know the story of Ram Dass, a spiritual leader of many, and the author of “Be Here Now”.  He was writing a book on aging when he was sixty-three. One day, as he was laying down resting, the phone rang. It was his publisher saying that his book was good; but not good enough; it lacked depth and conviction. Puzzled, he laid down again and proceeded to have a major life threatening stroke. For the next 5 years Ram Dass fought for his life and his ability to speak again and finally emerged with a best-selling book called “Still Here” which spoke to his experience of aging and illness. Now, he had no lack of conviction.

Most of us don’t need to have a stroke of enormous “bad luck” like that. But sometimes that is what it takes to do the humbling things that age demands. In my case it was four years of illness and fourteen pills. For Ram Dass it was a phoenix like recovery; a near death experience that took enormous courage and work. Interesting though, he admitted that before the stroke he knew he had high blood pressure and simply didn’t take the pills. Sometimes it takes a lot to acquire “depth” and perhaps humility.

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What were we not conscious of before we became ill? What did we not want to admit? Was it tiredness or a deeper unwillingness to slow down?

 I believe the grace of humility and consciousness can walk hand in hand as we age.

“When an inner situation is not made conscious, it happens outside as fate.” Carl Jung
 
 
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