I had no idea how turning 65 would affect me.
It wasn't that my newly gray/white hair would now have a reason to stay.
Or the never ending AARP mail in my mail box.
What really BOTHERED me was the fact that I had to accept "medicare"!
And it bothered me so much that I had to sit down and find a way to allow this new word into my life.
Be it known, I have worked my whole life and still do, have health insurance and am not on any medications.
I don't have any health issues.
Yet this thing called "medicare" now looms over me, forcing me to change the way the health care system looks at me and now takes what little social security I had coming to me, and makes this my new payment for this "coverage" (cover age)
But guess what? I've come too far down my Path of Spirit to accept anything less than my highest good and so I wish to share a simple reflection with you that may help you or others when they cross this solar return.
The morning of my birthday I sat at the kitchen table and said, OK, we need to find a way to accept this word because right now, I cannot.
And so I wrote it on a piece of paper.
And there it was, right in front of me the whole time.
Med I Care
Now I could handle this 'thing' called medicare because it is and always has been, about the med I care about - which is alternate healing, good medicine, sacred gifts and my own healing practices.
So yes, even though I am 65, I still (and am very grateful) to rely only on my own good medicine, my own healing gifts and abilities as this is the med that I care about.
Not only that, my heyoka (or upside down backwards self) would turn the letters around to form this:
This is indeed, the era of the medic for I am my own best medic.
We all have this have this ability to heal ourselves.
Now, I can happily share my wise woman words of wisdom with others about what turning 65 really means to me.
And if I can assist anyone on their similar journeys with what I have learned along the way, please do not hesitate to contact me using the form to the left.