11/06/2024

This reality will surely change overnight, 

or later. Vibrant colours, as if a miracle,

will appear. Overnight, or later in the day.

Speculation becomes a greater force, as we

wait, counting on seasons to mark years.

Temperature has as much to do with it as 

our want or need for something more. We

wait for the visuals to just happen. Naturally. 

When it does, and as it does, we cannot help 

notice. Any day now, or any night. Or longer.

© 2024 j.g. lewis

Our view of love changes as 

we age. What we feel, all we know

to be true, is provided a fresh point of view. 

We forget, from time to time, what it was 

when it was something else.

Perspective.

All the mental aspects of affection and 

emotions will overwhelm if given a chance, 

but for the longest time 

we did not allow ourselves to know 

the certain realm, or definite destination 

of love and all it is capable of. 

It is more than physical,

stronger than it has ever been, and 

strengthened

over the years and beyond.

Empathy finds its place amidst

individual passions. Understanding becomes

the strongest sense of a relationship.

As we age, we are capable 

of something greater, or have we just 

realized, now, what love can truly be?

© 2024 j.g. lewis

           If it is now, then

too long I have waited. Shadows of moments past

 blur

           one into the next

              and I remained confounded 

             by all that has happened since.

This time I take for granted 

can no longer be shared. I have already experienced 

the ripeness of the moment, the cool breeze 

that arrives with autumn, knowing 

           there is still so much ahead of me.

© 2024 j.g. lewis

About a month ago I signed up for a program looking into mobility and healthy aging, anchored by weekly two-hour sessions at a local community center focusing on exercise, nutrition and information with a physiotherapist, dietitian and public nurse. 

   The group-based sessions are “focused on increasing knowledge, skills, and behaviors related to activity, healthy eating and available community supports for older adults.”

   I am, after all, an older adult. I knew that when I signed up for the program — administered by McMaster University — that were looking for study participants aged 55+.

   It was only after I arrived at the first session and was waiting for the program to begin that the term “older adult” had an impact on me.

   As I browed through the information brochures in front of me, I read, over and over, references to this age group: “Physical activity for older adults”, “24-hour movement guidelines for older adults”, “Active Aging Canada”, and “Canada Food Guide Tips for Seniors” with a thorough collection of tasty recipes enhanced with key ingredients for “older adults”

   Then there was the newsletter with a headline that really affected me: “Looking to make the most of your Golden Years”

   Really?

   Is this the “stage of life” that I have entered?

   Now, I have not officially retired, I do not yet receive my pensions (government or career-related). I am almost hallway through my 63^rd year and less than a few years away from receiving those lifetime benefits so, in my government’s eyes, I am close to being a true “senior citizen”.

   But I am not sure I feel like it.

   I am indeed at the lower end of the “baby boomer” classification, a demographic I have belonged to my entire life (and totally dislike the recent negative connotations of the term “boomer”). This group has aged, grown up with me, and is commonly accepted now as “seniors”. It is a sliding scale that begins at age 55 or 60 is, in fact, the age group I am now in.

   The decades have blurred one into another.

   But “Golden Years”?

   How can that be?

   I admitted, long ago, to being middle-aged. I think that started half a lifetime ago when my father retired and joined the ranks of a senior.

   But am I now what he was then?

   You are what you admit.

   I’m older. I have never really been accused of being mature, and since I was a kid was told, many times, to act my age. 

   How can I be nostalgic about my youth when, most of the time, I still feel youthful?

   Is it time to accept the obvious?

   I guess, if I am going to accept the seniors rate at the cinema, gladly take advantage of the discounts and special “seniors” offers from many retailers, and reduced rate on public transportation, then I must start admitting I am in fact a senior . . . or an “older adult”.

   I am.

   This week, perhaps at this “seniors” session, I started to believe it.

   It’s a lot to think about.

   This week’s session included a cooking demonstration, exercise class and a lot of discussion about living and aging. Each of the program participants are at different stages of “adulthood”. Outside of a couple of the presenters, I was, I think, the youngest person in this group of older adults (I still have difficulty writing that phrase).

   That itself is thought provoking.

   I am truly looking forward to retirement and have been mentally preparing myself for a couple of years. I’ve got plans and so many things I want to do at this age and stage of life. Most of my plans revolve around the sort of things that a regular work week gets in the way of.

   Whether or not these are, in fact, the golden years, or that I am entering the “Autumn of my life” hasn’t really been something I’ve though a lot about.

   But I am now. 

   When did that happen?

   How long will it keep happening.?

© 2024 j.g. lewis