My golden stage of life has come, and I am loving it. Even though it means my annual revolutions around that fiery yellow ball in the sky are quickly dwindling. It is just two of us now, Hamlet—my massive hunk of love cuddler and me, a too thin female who still feels 19 in spirit.
Our day starts with the loud ring of the battery-operated clock, and I roll onto my left side to reach my right hand over it and turn it off as I lift it off the queen-sized black platform and next to my pillow. Lying my left side for 15 minutes allows the three pounds of glia lymph my brain collected the day before to drain. Left side since it’s a shorter trip to the left thoracic lymph duct. There’s some useful trivia to use at boring social gatherings. I have a lot more on a piece I wrote previously.
I say my Metta meditation then make my bed as I emerge from under the covers. I place the clock on the gray metal nightstand next to Ganesha—the remover of obstacles. The pillow gets a shake and placed in the closet. Hamlet quietly follows me into my bathroom and patiently waits as I spritz rose water on my face and into my eyes and scrape my tongue to remove the accumulated toxins, known as AMA.
I pad, following Hamlet and turn on the kitchen and office lights. First is Hamlet’s water and a third of his breakfast, then his litter box is scooped clean, Next is another third to Hamlet, this one gets room temperature filtered water for his aging teeth and gums. Finally, my turn, water in the kettle, my Four Sigmatic mug gets a YOGI ginger tea bag, the white ceramic neti gets mineral salt and my Four Sigmatic glass with lid gets a strainer with dried chamomile flowers for my final, leave in rinse when I wash my hair. Aging hair fact: I only need to wash it two to three times per week.
Hamlet now wants his last third and it also gets water. As I wait for the kettle, I prepare a simple breakfast, fruit then after an hour, toast, or nondairy yogurt. I do break a rule and eat while checking weather and email. At least I eat slowly. Dishes get washed, and then comes my neti pot to cleanse my nostrils and sinuses. My sweatshirt goes in the dryer to warm while a do a brief lie down with Hamlet joining me glued to my right chest. Sauna is next with gratitude meditation, followed by getting dressed then nasya oil, oil in my nostrils—another lie down to let the oil drain.
Exercise follows. Closing with legs up the wall to drain the lower body lymph. Then a short walk outside to take Hamlet’s contribution to the pet waste center and perhaps help clean up the pool area. The day proceeds with writing, reading, studying, ZOOM meetings and walks.
Okay, this sounds boring but after decades of school, work with working more than one job, doing adult stuff—I have entered that period of life called moksha. A time to chill, reflect, rest and maybe pursue either spiritual work, or pick up the creative endeavors’ of your youth. For me, it’s writing, and some drawing and Hamlet and I are living the pura vida.
Sounds like bliss .