Going back through my journals,  I’m currently in 1989.  I was enamored with the books of May Sarton, with her wisdom, probe, examination, and investigation.  From A Shower of Summer Days by May Sarton.

“Any real exchange between the young and the old is nourishing.  And no love is wasted.” “Getting old is only disgusting if you fight it with the wrong weapons.”  “One doesn’t know, one senses.” 

From As We Are Now:

“Old age is not interesting until one gets there, a foreign country with an unknown language to the young, and even to the middle-aged.”

“Only our pain brings us back into compassion.”

“Sometimes silence is the greatest sign of understanding and of respect.”

“Don’t let them steal your mind,” with tranquilizers.

“I am gathering together all that matters most, tasting it for the last time.”

And isn’t that what we should always be doing and being, tasting for the last time, perhaps over and over again?

“Absolute nakedness is required, so that we are all one and there is no wall between the living and the dead.”