Saturday, September 18, 2010
On Contemplating The Fall Of My life
I took a hike this morning and fall, in its entire splendor was showing itself over the mountains. Utah has one of the finest fall displays and this morning was unquestioned proof of that. Brilliant reds, oranges, pinks, yellows and chartreuse greens flung against a background of deep evergreen trees, spiking to a sky of dazzling blue.
Fall makes me meditative, as much as is fitting to me. I start to think about the year and what I have accomplished. Or not. In the fall of my life I think of it in the same ways. What have I accomplished, and what still remains to be done, before winter’s cold, or old age infirmities keep me tethered inside?
Fall is a riotous party, and I feel the same way about this stage of my life. As I approach these last years, I don’t care what others really think. I have reached a maturity level where all that matters is if I please myself. I wear and do whatever I feel or time and money allow. I notice many others in my situation acting in similar fashion; old ladies wearing purple and red hats; celebrating their age and wisdom.
I love the colors of fall and their intensity. There is nothing hidden, or quiet about fall and I intend that my life make the same kind of statement. Like fall I am not gracefully aging, slowly showing my age, melting into the background, Instead, I flaunt life and intend to ride it to the end, like a wild bucking bronco.
Fall is a last hurrah before winter hides its flamboyancy under a pile of snow and we, fall and I, are seen and heard no more. I will not leave quietly. I will hit life with full force in what I do and how I spend my time. Fall and I celebrate our existence together, in this last quest. May we last for a long time; a long fall, not cut short by disease or early winter snow. Like fall I plan to live until the last pumpkin is carved, the last bright leaf falls from the tree, a statement of living and life.