Nutrition

Nutrition

A report from the Slow Lane

It is good to know what food is for, and where to find it. My body thanks me, and this knowledge, everyday.     The discovery of a new kind of food, was never on my drawing board, not anticipated, and actually more than a little difficult to take in. I don’t mean that is has been difficult to swallow, I mean that it has defied all my expectations. At my present age (68), I thought I knew enough about food that I didn’t t have to think about it much. But, a new kind of nutritional food has graced my life, and I’m trying to digest it. That is what this SL is all about.

There is a kind of social food that I didn’t know I’ve been starving for. It is an invisible, non-palpable, food that makes the heavenly scenario of us humans feeding each other, something even more miraculous. Many people know of the scenario of people feeding each other, with the assertion this is what we humans are capable of. But what isn’t so apparent is the kind of mutual feeding, which goes on when we share ourselves with each other. That is a feast of another sort.

What I’m trying to get at is the kind of nutrition that is provided when human beings get together, and really share themselves with each other.  This can be soul — food, invisible, not taken in with the mouth,  and deeply satisfying. This kind of co-constructed food is laced with meaning, intimacy, feelings, and human awe. It occurs in deep silence, and when two or more are gathered. It is utterly unique, moment bound, and profoundly mysterious. Somehow, this food, makes real just how hugely connected we are to each other, and to this incredible immensity we find ourselves within.

No wonder I hunger for it! Any gathering holds this kind of possibility. And I go away from too many meetings not only empty and dissatisfied, but in truth, malnourished. I didn’t know it, but I’m there, as much to find this invisible food, as I am for any group’s purpose. I often go away from gatherings dismayed and debilitated, smaller and less alive, shrunken by this unknown, unfulfilled hunger.

As I’ve grown older, I have at last identified the food I hunger for. I know something about how I’ve grown distorted, shrunken, empty and senseless because I’ve abided with this hunger without recognizing it. A few days ago, as I read Francis Weller’s book on grief (The Wild Edge of Sorrow), I realized I was riddled with sorrow about living as a shrunken, malnourished, flattened shade of myself. I am a zombie, more dead than alive, desiccated by hunger — a sad hungry zombie.

This realization, as painful as it is, is also liberating. One advantage of growing older is that I no longer fool myself about having forever to rebalance things. Death is too near. So, instead of just being alarmed, I’m going to make sure I get enough of this nutrient. That means I have to offer myself, as part of the ingredients of the nourishment I seek. I want to enter the social fray and be one of the cooks. I want to eat heartily.

I can feel in me a new awareness growing.  I’m leaving the ranks of the vampires, forever hungry for someone else’s blood, and returning to being human again. What I’m hungering for is now my criteria for any real social gathering. I want to be capable of a more public intimacy because I know that is how to stimulate the greater nourishment I seek. I am hungry for human interaction, not the cultural nicety of politeness, but the gritty desperation of other hearts befuddled and broken by the mystery of existence.

I’ve been starved long enough. Malnourishment is no longer the way I’m going to go about this life. I’m hungry for the real stuff. Human interaction. By that, I mean real contact. I’m so tired of being nice, polite, and silent. I want to cower before the real burdens we humans share, just as I want to exult over the miracle we get to share.

There is a social food, which feeds we social animals. I learned about it late in life. I knew I was hungering. I just didn’t know what for. It turns out to be something that only occurs when we get together. It is social food.  And, its nutritional value is up to us.

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For more pieces like this, go to  http://www.elderssalon2.blogspot.com  (2014 on)

To hear archived versions of our radio program Growing An Elder Culture go to www.elderculture.com

To read excerpts, or otherwise learn, about Embracing Life: Toward A Psychology of Interdependence go to http://www.davidgoff.net

Rescue — by Lucky

She was a new member of a group I was in. She told us the following story as a way of helping us get to know her a little more. She opened the story by saying that when she gets stressed, she watches animal rescue videos. That’s how she saw the videos that revealed this story. When I grasped what the video held, what the story meant for us, I knew I wanted to write about it. In this case, it seemed to me, that this rescue rescues us.

She shared what had touched her so much. The video was about the rescue of lab animals. In this case it was a group of chimpanzees. They had spent from 30 to 50 years locked in cages in the nation’s laboratories. They were gathered, and taken to a chimp refuge, that had been constructed for them. The people at the refuge had put them in an indoor enclosure to give them a chance to adjust to each other and the alien environment they were in. There was a larger outdoor enclosure for them, and the video depicted what happened when they were introduced to it.

Finally, the day came when a door to the outside opened. The chimps had never been freed outdoors before. When the door opened grey-muzzled chimps stood and just stared. They had never seen the sky before. They had never trod on the earth, or seen and climbed a tree. They just looked out the door.

After a time, one ventured slowly out. Then another. Soon many of them entered, what must have been to them, a very strange landscape. Then they did something remarkable. They stopped and hugged each other. They embraced each other for a while, then broke up, and went on and explored the whole enclosure. Some climbed trees, some walked around, some played with each other, and some held back and remained at the door. The video ended shortly after that, with the commentator reporting that the rescued chimps were proceeding to learn how to recreate their dominance hierarchy and resume normal chimp life.

The story of these rescued chimps, and particularly their hugs, did something to me. I knew instantly that their story is our story. That we, as grey-muzzled humans, had spent most of our lives enclosed in a reality that isn’t natural to us. We are being released, by age, and by circumstance, into a larger enclosure. In some way, each of us old ones, is like those lab chimps. I haven’t seen my own natural habitat before. The landscape of old age is before me. Its never been seen before. And it is going to take a good, long hug to explore it.

I am an advocate for community. Maybe, that’s why the chimp’s hugs touched me. I have said that my real work is the restoration of humanity’s natural social habitat. That is what I experienced when the chimps embraced. I know that the instinct to embrace is a survival mechanism. We are social animals. If our lives are threatened we are drawn together, toward that embrace. The last, and greatest comfort, we can draw as we face the unknown, is the body of another. There is something about that bodily warmth, the quivering solidity of flesh, the heartbeat of another, which calms animal alarms. When we embrace another, we are embracing our selves.

It is my sense that the exploration of the unknown landscape we have been released into, (by virtue of reaching this advanced age) is facilitated by our embrace. For years now, I have been marveling at how much our old minds are enlivened by being in each other’s presence. There is no immunity to the ravages of an ageist culture like elder community. The warm embrace of rheumy hugs, familiar laughter, knowing looks, and compassionate hearts, rejuvenates my soul and lends resilience to my efforts. I am going to my grave, but not without knowing something about being thoroughly human. My sense of community gives me that.

Chimpanzees hugging reminded me about what really matters. There is no landscape like that of another similar body. Getting old, and being deemed useless, has allowed me to taste a freedom deeper than anything I imagined. Now a chimp’s hug, has reassured me. The way to explore this new largeness is together. I have experienced how my greying visage has come more to life because of the community I’m immersed in. The uncertain and awkward stories we have told each other, the heartbreaks and triumph we’ve shared, and the our tentative embraces, have introduced a new world. They are also providing me the temerity to explore it.

I end this piece with a poem. These are the words of Annie Dillard. I found them in her book Holy, The Firm. I turned them into a poem. They speak for themselves.  Each of us is alone. Each of us is a part of community, connected by who we are, as much as what we do. In any case, there is only us.

                                                            No One But Us

There is no one but us.

There is no one to send,

nor a clean hand,

nor a pure heart

on the face of the earth,

nor in the earth

but only us,

a generation comforting ourselves

With the notion

That we have come at an awkward time,

That our innocent fathers are all dead —

As if innocence has ever been —

And our children busy and troubled,

And we ourselves unfit, not yet ready,

Having each of us chosen wrongly,

Made a false start, failed,

Yielded to impulse

And the tangled comfort of pleasures,

And grown exhausted,

unable to seek the thread,

weak, and involved.

But there is no one but us.

There never has been.

                                                                              From Holy The Firm by Annie Dillard

l/d

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Here are the links to the YouTube videos that informed this piece.

https://youtu.be/mW_pK-b5YW0

https://youtu.be/ExEjXLMd4VA

Reverence by Lucky

It started many years ago, after my stroke. I started writing, what later turned out to be my first book Embracing Life. I thought I was dying, so I didn’t think much of my intuition, at that time. I had been exposed to a lot of transpersonal thinking in graduate school. There was a lot of interest in states of consciousness, particularly enlightenment. Through investigating and teaching community I had grown an interest in development and came to see the relationship between consciousness and growth. And, in the final stages of writing, I wondered if old people were more likely to reach, what I called the farthest reaches of human development.

I was surprised later, when Xan and The Elder’s Salon came into my life, to have this thought reoccur and be confirmed. I discovered, mostly through observation, that life-experience, under the right circumstances, occasionally led to really refined sensibilities. Mostly the old people I observed had no idea that they possessed any unusual awareness.

I’ve been paying rapt attention to this phenomenon ever since. The years have accumulated and so have my impressions. Now, I tend to think something important is happening with some older people, something so significant that I can no longer justify waiting to describe it. There is a state of consciousness that some old folks manifest that goes beyond the expectations of experts in the field of human development. I call it reverence. I’ll get into why later, but for now, I just want to say that what I have noticed throws a lot of our culture’s images of human potential, aging, and consciousness, way off.

The gold standard for human development has been the observations of Erik Erikson. He enumerated, and described, 8 typical stages of human psychosocial development. There is a lot more to be said about Erik, his life, and the orientation that brought him to his observations. If the reader has such interest you will not satisfy it here. My intention is to focus attention upon Erikson’s final stage (from age 65 until death), he called it integrity vs. despair. It is my sense, that while Erikson’s view is germane and generally pertinent (regarding integrity), his schema is too brief, and leaves out an important facet of development that likely happens only late in life.

Erikson emphasizes integrity at this latest stage. His focus upon the satisfaction that arises with a life lived in alignment with self-chosen values seems very apt. Conversely the discovery that one’s life doesn’t add up can lead to despair and depression. So, I don’t have a problem with these assertions. They seem correct, but do not go far enough. What I see, and what I anticipate with the combination of the longevity revolution and the demographic surge of the baby boomers, is that a new longer life means that late life is expanded and encompasses more.

What I see is that some old people shift their self-image and their sense of the world they live in. Erikson had noticed how people became more inner directed with age, but he didn’t live long enough to know what this shift accomplishes. My observation, plus the research that is being done with people in their 90’s and over a hundred (the fastest growing demographic in the human population), reveal that this shift grows more and more significant with age. As a result, some old people have a very different take on their existence.

In some regard, that is why I think it important to make clear that a new, and very different, perception exists. I’m not going to describe this consciousness, this new psycho-social awareness in great detail here, but I am going to affirm the perception that there is a kind of ripening taking place, and that it is the result of changes that take place within.

The old are much more likely to perceive themselves to be a part of the Cosmos and constantly in relationship with it. They have gained an inner as much as outer perspective on existence. Reverence for being part of a larger being totally changes their outlook. They know themselves to be a contiguous part of a much larger process of Life. This alters their perception of themselves, others, the environment, and the human experiment. Death is less frightening, happiness more common, and they are much more likely to grasp the big picture as it is.

For too long humanity has suffered with images of isolation, competition, violence and cruelty.  This is an accurate picture of the immaturities of humankind. But, the new picture, that emerges when one grasps what human maturity is like, suggests that humanity has another face. Reverence, a new take on human ripeness, reveals a species, that has the potential to adapt to and revere life.

That, I think, is worth knowing.

Holy Curiosity by Lucky

The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existing. ... Never lose holy curiosity.

                                                                                                                          Albert Einstein

I’m a lucky fellow. I found this quote in a manuscript I was reading. The 82 year-old author highlighted her sense that we old folks have a special capacity, if we protect it, to be curious in a distinctive way. This comports with my own sense, and it excites me, when I catch wind that someone else, aging so magnificently, is also noticing it. It turns out, that Albert, in his old age, noticed it too. All of this noticing inspired me to look deeper into, what Albert, in his wisdom, called holy curiosity.

The notion, that questions are a lot more valuable than answers (than even knowing), was introduced to me, years ago, by my partner Xan. She used to say, “there is nothing so precious as a good question.” I was so full of myself, so full of, what I thought of as knowing, that it took awhile for me to get the value of what she was saying. Now, I think I’m getting it. The power of inquiry, of looking deeply into anything is moderated by the quality of questions one asks. Understanding this is changing my life.

Along the way, I’m grasping, that my willingness to experience more of the surprising is growing. I can’t really say that that growth is at my behest. This is an area where Life is changing me. Last time I looked, I wasn’t so keen on experiencing things that didn’t quite match-up with my preconceptions. It wasn’t that I was so arrogant (OK, maybe I was), it was more like I was just too human, not very mature, a product of our culture. Anyway, I’ve aged, and been ripened some. Unbidden, I’m finding a growing desire in my self, to inquire into this mysterious existence. In my mind, holy curiosity is coming on.

I especially like the part of this formulation that considers being curious as holy. Most of my life, I’ve just considered myself (and anyone who seemed like me) nosy. Einstein is suggesting another possibility. There seems to be some awareness that curiosity, the restless nature of my interest in getting at whatever is going on, serves some higher purpose. Wow! Who would have ever guessed being curious is a spiritual practice!

Suddenly, Life is turning out to be a mystery, a who-dunnit that features me as a detective. I like mystery novels, but I’m not sure this is one I would take out of the library. I know too much already about the protagonist. Or, do I? Maybe the mystery hinges upon the audaciousness of my curiosity. I have a mixed-mind, a deep ambivalence, that comes up when I begin to realize, that like it or not, I’m implicated, and somehow responsible, for what is passing.

Anyway, the sense that there is something innate in me, that manifests as curiosity, and that is in the service of anything spiritual, is mind-blowing.  I would be curious about how such a thing is even remotely possible, but I’m too overwhelmed by the notion. Holy shit, holy curiosity might be a real thing!

In the strange way my brain-damaged mind works (if, you could call it that), holy curiosity arises about the time a person realizes they know just enough to know they don’t really know anything. Then some strange alchemy starts taking place. Not knowing morphs into holy curiosity. The desire to experience what cannot be known, takes over. Then the holy shit gets really deep.

Einstein was obviously curious. He was treated like he was this unusual phenomenon, a genius, so rare, but in fact I think he was just an ordinary human being. Maybe he was different because he was so curious, but I don’t think so. I think curiosity is built-in, a compass that is capable of helping all of us find our way home.  It really is a return instinct. Like the one the salmon have — if we let it, it’ll help us find our own spawning ground.

Holy curiosity. It’s in us. The path home is marked by the desire to learn. I blush at never having considered this possibility. I also laugh. The real genius is evolution. Somehow, throughout the many billion years that are involved, this trait curiosity survives, and calls us deeper back to the enchantment that made us possible.

There is a school that develops holy curiosity; it’s called Life. We are right there, right now. Wow!