In aging, my body dwindles and with promising certainty parts from lessons painstakingly learned. My efforts to conserve the body  surrender to the imminent decay, always present and in equal measure denied, in its plain form acknowledeged, later accepted. I pain in swollen knees. An aching back sends shivers through my arm. Every mention consumes energy ruthlessly and senselessly. I am learning to pay attention to my dissolving form, to discover I cannot avoid. I am beginning to think that transcending the body is an idea to escape this life experience. I find treating my pains and not creating more is a feasible stance to take. Age weiterlesen →