face lines crinkle
listen to the serenade
fifty summers fly
My haiku for turning 50 and crossing the threshold of half my life dedicated as a spiritual seeker on Sri Chinmoy’s Path.
25 years ago in 1985 I became a student of spiritual teacher Sri Chinmoy.
- I have slowly and at times imperceptibly deepened my adoration and friendship with divinity.
- I have slowly and steadily grown in blossoming self-acceptance.
- I have held my ear up to the future and listened to the whisper serenade which beckons with a brighter tomorrow.
Aged 25 when embarking on this path in 1985, I now encounter the half century mark. Many find cause for contemplation in the 50th birthday.
In my case, I am extra motivated to ponder the age of 50 because it is also the turning point in my spiritual life. My 25th spiritual anniversary this year in 2010 marks my half-life anniversary as a seeker. From this point forward, more of my life on Earth will be in the context of conscious spirituality than not. No wonder I find a rooted sense of inner place and sanctuary within the Sri Chinmoy Centre.
Sri Chinmoy’s myriad offerings to humanity are guideposts in my inner and outer life. His writings illumine with simplicity that simply shimmers with wisdom. His artwork inspires and gives a gift of smile and joy. His music transforms on a molecular level with healing and uplifting waves of light. His athletic achievements and those of his students (such as the runners in the 3100 mile race going on in New York right now) banish the word impossible from the human dictionary.
For that reason, like the arc of the moon rising in the sky, my horizon traces 25, 50, forever. Gratitude, Grace and Forgiveness. 25, 50, forever. Thank you Sri Chinmoy for the gift of 25 years spiritual anniversary. This mid-life threshold of 50 years living makes short work of the business of growing wiser and younger at heart with each passing moment.
Happy Anniversary to Me.
Later this year I turn the big five-o and I don’t mean the Hawaii kind. Because this year is also my half life anniversary of journeying on a spiritual path, I have started brainstorming ideas to mark the occasion with gusto, flair and gratitude. I have scribbled some ideas in a notebook but am only just starting to approach the concept. I don’t dare commit most of them to public scrutiny yet but they will probably somehow include the number 50 or the number 5. Feel free to add a comment if you found inspiration in commemorating your 50th birthday with some kind of achievement that was meaningful to you. Maybe I will add it to my list!
Because I knew I could use a few good laughs, I couldn’t resist starting my contemplation of the subject on the lighter side of my list of possibilities. This website has lots of links to funny jokes about turning 50. Dare I admit it has the word “senior” in the URL??? I imagined that it wouldn’t be one of the harder tasks to find cute humor about cresting the half century hill.
The cardiologist’s diet:
if it tastes good, spit it out.
– Paulina Borsook
At fifty you’ve accumulated the knowledge and wisdom of half a century. This would be a tremendous asset if only darned senility hadn’t wiped your memory bank.
I also need levity to counteract the next time I have a hot flash, can’t sleep or remember my name, age and serial number, at least I can laugh. So the quest for 50 hot flash jokes is near and dear to my heart. If you are born free or young enough to not get the joke that God made women over 50 unable to have kids because they wouldn’t be able to remember where they put them, then I hereby command you to move on to another blog post such as the beauty of daffodils.
If you are nodding your head in agreement and laughing out loud at the joke, then hold on to your hat while you read these stories from minniepauz.com. You might wake your neighbors you will laugh so hard. I especially liked the story about the woman who jumped inside the ice cream freezer at the supermarket since I have become a big friend of taking deep breaths with my head inside the freezer of my refrigerator when in the midst of my own personal contribution to global warming.
Luckily I also have the inspiration of Sri Chinmoy to get me through rough moments such as these.
Age need not bind you.
Age need not blind you.
Age should only help you
To see the real in you
As soon as possible.
Excerpt from Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, Part 194 by Sri Chinmoy
I am mostly thrilled about turning 50 but to quote Sri Chinmoy once again, there are some new circumstances in my life that have me insistent that “Humour is My Only Saviour”.