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Beauty of Gracious Old Age
Beauty Beautiful are the youth Whose rich emotions flash and burn, Whose lithe bodies filled with energy and grace Sway in their happy dance of life; And beautiful likewise are the mature Who have learned compassion and patience, charity and wisdom, Most beautiful and most rare is a gracious old age which has drawn from life the skill to take its varied strands: The harsh advance of age, the pang of grief, The passing of dear friends, the loss of strength, and with fresh insight Weave them into a rich and gracious pattern All its own. This is the greatest skill of all, To take the bitter with the sweet and make it beautiful, To take the whole of life in all its moods, Its strengths and weaknesses, And of the whole make one great and celestial harmony. Robert Terry Weston What a celebration of life - the process of aging, and saging |
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I will always remember that God sees me as beautiful,
and the older I get, the more beautiful
in His eyes will I be -
because God looks upon the heart.
Journal/personal devotions/Beauty of old age - Rosemary Gwaltney
and the older I get, the more beautiful
in His eyes will I be -
because God looks upon the heart.
Journal/personal devotions/Beauty of old age - Rosemary Gwaltney
As a child I would have gingernut biscuits
and cups of tea at my Gran’s house. It was one of the many things that I only did with Gran that made me feel very grown up. For a little while my Gran had an old caravan in her backyard. Sometimes we would take our tea and biscuits out there, we would talk about going to the beach together and all the fun we would have. I seldom went to the beach as a child and my Gran was quite elderly when she became the centre of my universe, so this was only ever a dream, something we spoke about often and made stories around, and that I still think about today. When we had finished our snack we would sit on the lawn and make daisy chains. Once I even tried to teach Gran how to ride my bike, only once, she sure didn’t like it! But I remember laughing a lot! Did anyone else have a cassette and book titled “Just Grandma and Me” The story was about a child going to the beach with his Gran and the song went something like this - ‘When it’s time to go, To Grandma’s house, I can hardly wait, Cos with Grandma I can be myself, And you know that feels real great, Just Grandma and me, I can be what I want to be, I have ice cream and she has tea, Just grandma and me, Mum says Grandma spoils me, But Grandma disagrees, She says that she just loves me, And she likes my company.’ wholefoodsimply.com/quick-and-easy-ginger-cookies I could go on, I think I can remember most of it and I still love it. I was incredibly fortunate to grow up with my Grandparents living so close by, it was, without questions one of the best things a kid could hope for! |
Grandparents are a family's greatest treasure, the founders of a loving legacy,
The greatest storytellers, the keepers of traditions that linger on in cherished
memory. Grandparents are the family's strong foundation. Their very special love
sets them apart. Through happiness and sorrow, through their special love and
caring, grandparents keep a family close at heart.
~ author unknown
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The greatest storytellers, the keepers of traditions that linger on in cherished
memory. Grandparents are the family's strong foundation. Their very special love
sets them apart. Through happiness and sorrow, through their special love and
caring, grandparents keep a family close at heart.
~ author unknown
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It is possible to live as to make old age very beautiful.
In going my rounds in the crowded city I came one day to a door where my ears were greeted with a great chorus of bird-songs. There were birds everywhere—in parlour, in dining-room, in bedchamber, in hall—and the whole house was filled with their joyful music. So may old age be. So it is for those who have lived aright. It is full of music. Every memory is a little snatch of song. The sweet bird-notes of heavenly peace sing everywhere, and the last days of life are its happiest days-- “Rich in experience that angels might covet, Rich in a faith that has grown with the years.” The important practical question is, How can we so live that our old age, when it comes, shall be beautiful and happy? It will not do to adjourn this question until the evening shadows. It will be too late then to consider it. Consciously or unconsciously, we are every day helping to settle the question whether our old age shall be sweet and peaceful. It is worth our while, to think how to make sure of a happy old age. It is the running stream that keeps pure and sweet. Happiness comes out of living for the good of others. Sweet always are memories of loving sacrifices made. Their incense, like heavenly perfume, comes floating up from the fields of toil and fills old age with holy fragrance. When one has lived to bless others, one has many grateful, loving friends whose affection proves a wondrous source of joy when the days of feebleness come. Bread cast upon the waters is found again after many days. If we would walk in the warmth of friendship’s beams in the late evening-time, we seek to make to ourselves loyal and faithful friends in the busy hours that come before. This we can do by a ministry of kindness. This was what our Lord meant by this verse- “Make to yourselves friends...., that when you fail, they may receive you into everlasting habitations.” Every one carries in himself the sources of his own happiness. Circumstances have really very little to do with our inner experiences. It matters little in the determination of one’s degree of enjoyment, whether he live in a cottage or a palace. It is self, after all, that in largest measure gives the color to our skies and tone to the music we hear. A happy heart sees rainbows and brilliance everywhere, even in darkest clouds, and hears sweet strains of song amid the loudest wailings of the storm; The fountains rise in the heart itself. The old man, like the snail, carries his house on his back. He may change neighbors or homes or scenes or companions, but he must live joyfully with himself. Nothing brings such pure peace and quiet joy at the close- as a well-lived past. We are every day laying up the food on which we must feed in the closing years. We are hanging up pictures about the walls of our hearts that we shall have to look at when we sit in the shadows. How important that we live pure and holy lives Summing all up in one word, only Christ can make any life, young or old, truly beautiful or truly happy. Only He can cure the heart’s restless fever and give quietness and calmness. Only He can purify that sinful fountain within us, and make us holy. To have a peaceful and blessed ending to life, we must live it with Christ. Such a life grows brighter even to its close. Its last days are the sunniest and the sweetest. The more earth’s joys fail, the nearer and the more satisfying do the comforts become. The nests over which the wing of God droops, which in the bright summer days of prosperous strength lay hidden among the leaves, stand out uncovered in the days of feebleness when winter has stripped the branches bare. And for such a life death has no terrors. The tokens of its approach are but “the land-birds lighting on the shrouds, telling the weary mariner that he is nearing the haven.” The end is but the touching of the weather-beaten keel on the shore of glory. Challies/articles/beautiful-old-age |
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♪ Secret Garden Evensong♪
♪ Secret Garden - Serenade to Spring ♪
Old-age is a beautiful and satisfying place to be.
At the very least, it indicates you are a beloved survivor
and may have lived a life many wished they could have.
Old-age is golden.
How many summers and winters
autumns and springs have you celebrated?
How many smiles and laughs have you witnessed or heard?
How many chuckles and smirks.
How many acts of love and kindness have you shared?
How many times do you suppose you have made others happy?
Oh heavens, the hugs and the kisses
and the hope and whispers and the cascading laughter
that touched the heart of others. And the lives you have given
and those you have helped to shape.
And so, don’t despair over the aging process. Hug yourself.
Accept and celebrate who you are. Rejoice!
Sabella Ogbobode Abidde
Cattrall said
“I think a forehead without any lines doesn’t tell me they’ve lived a life.”
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♪ Secret Garden Evensong♪
♪ Secret Garden - Serenade to Spring ♪
Old-age is a beautiful and satisfying place to be.
At the very least, it indicates you are a beloved survivor
and may have lived a life many wished they could have.
Old-age is golden.
How many summers and winters
autumns and springs have you celebrated?
How many smiles and laughs have you witnessed or heard?
How many chuckles and smirks.
How many acts of love and kindness have you shared?
How many times do you suppose you have made others happy?
Oh heavens, the hugs and the kisses
and the hope and whispers and the cascading laughter
that touched the heart of others. And the lives you have given
and those you have helped to shape.
And so, don’t despair over the aging process. Hug yourself.
Accept and celebrate who you are. Rejoice!
Sabella Ogbobode Abidde
Cattrall said
“I think a forehead without any lines doesn’t tell me they’ve lived a life.”
♪ Secret Garden relaxations-utube. ♪