Every time I go into our favorite supermarket, I have to stop to admire the flowers. How naughty of them to tempt me with all those beautiful shapes and colors. The other day I couldn’t resist a very small orchid sitting there wanting a new home.
Today I spent a little time exploring how to use the extension tubes I purchased – not as straight forward as I had thought (hoped) it would be. Definitely need a tripod and good light and a lot of practice. It seems to change all the setting “rules” I have been learning.
As I was going through the photos I took of these small beauties, my mind wandered – as it usually does. This emerging flower, positioned in front of the more mature flower got me thinking of how us older people – and all of us are older than someone else – need to be there to guide and nurture those that are growing up after us.
This is true for me. Not only do I want to be there to help younger people unfold their inner beauty, I also need people to help me. At 70 I am trying to find my way on this trip called aging. I look to those who are older to give me guidance, with stories of both success and failure. I need to know what works as well as what doesn’t work.
What is strange about this nurturing task, is that I don’t want to be told what to do. I need to figure it out for myself because I probably already know how to age – just as the emerging flower in my photo knows what it needs to do. What I really need is encouragement and someone beside me saying good going, Pat. Or sometimes to say ouch that didn’t seem to work; get up and try again. Most of all I need people who love me and know how to laugh along with me over the bumps.