Watching the momentous funeral ceremonies for Queen Elizabeth yesterday, the faces of the royal family were a study of both sadness and uncertainty. I join many people in wishing the new King well, whatever comes next for the monarchy.
The change of season to autumn brings renewed awareness of the physical world. September can bring more chances to think about endings and beginnings, the memories of a life well lived.
Growth through diminishment, based on a willingness to encounter the inner demons of old age with faith, can lead to authentic joy even amid hardships.
I wish Mr. Rushdie the best in his long road to recovery ahead.
The idea of love in elderhood is often a distant discussion, as though getting older means that “love” is something that becomes an abstract from the past. It is not, love is eternal and a part of the universe.