Reflections on Age

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 With age comes wisdom—we hope.  Turning 74 has finally set in.  I faced death twice and don’t fear it.  We get tired as we grow older.  I love the stamina of youth.  I sit around mostly smoking my pipe and meditating.  My wife has me do things.  But if my wife has several things for me to do, I’ll remember the last thing she tells me.  I go in for water and she’ll have me do something and I’ll forget what I went in to do.  

Sometimes I’ll just go in and forget what I went in to do.  That happens a lot these days.  We were checking out at the grocery store and the we like the lady who usually checks us out.  She began having riddles to me solve.  I did okay on a few and a few stumped me.  But interactions with people are good for me.  

But if I’m around too many people at once I get distracted.  Over the years I’ve slowly become my own best friend.  I like that I am or can be when I wish to be.  But I don’t believe I have many fears, if any.  Older people begin to worry about their souls if that time should come.  That is one fear I don’t have.  I see God as my best Bud.  

That might sound irreverent, but years ago I didn’t believe this.  The problem is that I can’t teach this Peace.  I often wish others had a similar experience to my own.  But I can’t teach how to have it.  I belong in any church in the world, but I can’t worship with others.  Once people show up I have to leave.  

I can’t teach how to have this Peace.  I can only live it as an example.  But I didn’t seek it.  It came to me.  I can’t teach what I have.  I can only live it.  It’s the same with Love.  I can only live what my Angels gave me.  I interpret the Bible differently from all I’ve been taught.  And I keep it to myself.  I only have gifts of Peace and Love as proof.  

This is why I like to be alone a lot, because I’m never lonely or feel that I am.  I do what I do and live my life as I can.  I once thought about going away and joining a monetary but I can’t do this.  God needs me in the world.  So, I do what I do until God has something else for me to do.  Living this way teaches patience.  So, in a way smoking a pipe gives me something to do other than just sit quietly.  It keeps me occupied.  This is Sunday and I’m smoking my Nording Angel pipe my wife gave me for my 70th birthday.  My tobacco is Bayou Evening.  My coffee this morning is Bella Maria and I drink it as I listen to Sunday Morning Coffee.  Thank you for your time and Peace to each one of you.

Papa Chasteen

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