Prayer for the Aging

I was going through some of my mom’s papers today and I ran across this prayer. I don’t know where she got it or how often she looked at it, but I think it can speak to all of us as we grow older. A little internet research says it was written by Cary Grant. My mom loved Cary Grant and read a lot of Hollywood biographies, so that attribution makes sense to me. Here it is:

Now Lord, you’ve known me a long time. You know me better than I know myself. You know that each day I am growing older and someday may even be very old, so meanwhile please keep me from the habit of thinking I must say something on every subject and on every occasion.

Release me from trying to straighten out everyone’s affairs. Make me thoughtful, but not moody, helpful but not overbearing. I’ve a certain amount of knowledge to share; still it would be very nice to have a few friends who, at the end, recognized and forgave the knowledge I lacked.

Keep my tongue free from the recital of endless details. Seal my lips on my aches and pains: they increase daily and the need to speak of them becomes almost a compulsion. I ask for grace enough to listen to the retelling of others’ afflictions, and to be helped to endure them with patience.

I would like to have improved memory, but I’ll settle for growing humility and an ability to capitulate when my memory clashes with the memory of others. Teach me the glorious lesson that on some occasions I may be mistaken.

Keep me reasonably kind; I’ve never aspired to be a saint; saints must be rather difficult to live with. Yet on the other hand, an embittered old person is a constant burden.

Please give me the ability to see good in unlikely places and talents in unexpected people. And give me the grace to tell them so, dear Lord.

Amen

Now let’s go create something (like happy memories to cheer us in our old age)

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Happy 2014!

I can’t believe it’s been almost a month since I posted anything. December was so busy I just flat ran out of time. We had family to visit, worked on settling my mom’s estate, hosted the family Christmas party, started my treatments, baked all the Christmas cookies…

Whew! I has an overdid.

Through it all, I kept creating! I am still working on my baby blanket and it’s coming along nicely. Turns out that time spent receiving infusions is a good time to crochet. It should be complete in plenty of time for the new little guy.

One of the happiest things I created this month was the Christmas cookies and candies. In going through my mother’s things, I found her recipe box with all the cookies she made for us when we were kids. I pulled out all our favorites and made a batch of each of them to share with my brother. It brought back such happy memories of being little and how much our mom loved us. It was well worth the energy and time it took.

I hope your holidays have been happy and creative, and that the New Year brings you all good things. Let me leave you with this quote from Neil Gaiman:

“May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art — write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.”

Now let’s go create something!