Transformation & Hope - Part 5

I turned 60 years old while working on this section of the project which got me thinking about my own work of transformation. Of living. Of aging. Of hope.

In my first decades I looked forward to birthdays and cakes and special attention; I couldn't wait to get older and gain the privileges of maturity like driving a car, staying up late, graduation, drinking beer. With each leveling up of age, with each acquisition of perceived privilege, aging has become less momentous, less remarkable. Now I'm 60 there aren't many more privileges to gain or major milestones to hit.

Life seems to follow our sun's path across the sky: dawn, sunrise, mid-morning, noon day, afternoon, sunset, twilight, dusk and night. 

I have reached a sunsetting time, I think, with the sun shining less brightly, nearing the horizon and the closing of my day on Earth. I am crepuscular, like a deer, living on the edge of light and darkness, of building a career and retirement, of child rearing and empty nest, of acquiring home and wealth to planning life without income.

This isn't maudlin or depressing; it is as all my Grandmothers from the dawn of time have experienced. I am learning to celebrate it, own my truth my age myself as my last decades approach. Observing, noting, watching who I am, am becoming, want to be to claim to have to hold. I'm not getting anywhere with this scrutiny; yet, I examine.

Not certain what all this musing has to do with the work of the mandala except that holding creation in my hands, spinning yarn into creation, sun into mandala frees my mind and heart to wander, inquire, muse and dream. 

So here I am.

This section finished with a nice round of "flowers", clearly serendipitous with the Spring equinox just a few weeks away. I love how the Universe does this! The project is now ready to transform into a square; can't wait to see how this will unfold, like my life!