Mummify that beauty!

Like the ancient Egyptians, we attempt to mummify our youth and sexual attractiveness through contemporary forms of “embalming”: cosmetics, dyes, face lifts, pretense and lies about our age.

When we are fifty, sixty, seventy—or forty—and trying to be twenty, someone must challenge us: “Let go, for God’s sake! Be your age, it will be better then than it is now!”

Old age is hell for those who cling and want to be young at all costs. It can be peaceful and full of joys, if we are willing to receive its spirit.—Ronald Rolheiser, Forgotten among the Lilies: Learning to Love beyond the Fears, 191

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As I near seventy, this is good advice. I've never been one to be overly concerned about physical appearance, but I confess that I have been a bit obsessed with staying in good physical condition. But, as I get older, my body doesn't recover as quickly as it used to. That's taken a bit of getting used to, but I'm learning to embrace it.

Those who know me, know that I've never been known for going slowly through life. But, I'm learning…
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