At the age of 80, my mother organized a rent strike at her assisted living facility, because their shuttle bus which took them on all their outings had broken down and management was making no moves to repair or replace it. That summer, I sent her a beautiful watercolor poster I bought at a festival, which read, “I am a woman becoming.”
Being a senior citizen now myself, I reflect that becoming is no small thing.
The intelligence of Life which we call Mind continues to unfold new realities for me, and never in my life have I known more certainly what I deliver, and what it is mine to do, than I have in my years of retirement. Perhaps it’s the slowing down, and less mental commotion. Perhaps it’s understanding the 3 Principles and deeper internal listening. Perhaps as we age, wisdom speaks with more clarity.
I only know that I am a woman becoming.