Since my Father passed through the veils last February, I've been thinking about growing older. I'm dancing down this path, with as much grace as I can muster. Two of my favorite authors, Henry Miller and Bertrand Russell, have wise words to share on the subject:
"If you can fall in love again and again,” Henry Miller wrote as he contemplated the measure of a life well lived on the precipice of turning eighty, “if you can forgive as well as forget, if you can keep from growing sour, surly, bitter and cynical… you’ve got it half licked.”
"Make your interests gradually wider and more impersonal, until bit by bit the walls of the ego recede, and your life becomes increasingly merged in the universal life. An individual human existence should be like a river — small at first, narrowly contained within its banks, and rushing passionately past rocks and over waterfalls. Gradually the river grows wider, the banks recede, the waters flow more quietly, and in the end, without any visible break, they become merged in the sea, and painlessly lose their individual being," Bertrand Russell wrote in a short essay titled "How to Grow Old" in his book "Portraits from Memory and Other Essays," penned when he was 81.
Our bodies are like trusty vehicles. And regular maintenance of our body(/vehicle) supports the aging process. The root of all disease is stress—and CST calms the nervous system and quiets the mind. Feel free to come lie down on my table.