Gifts of Change

Hello there,

It seems like what used to be my regular monthly posting is now occurring every 4 or 5 or 6 months.  I guess, at 86, I am slowing down.  I’d love to hear from any readers who are still around and choose to say “hello”.

My energies are drifting to more naps, and, I just let go of facilitating our local writing group after 6 years of weekly meetings.  The goal of the individuals in this group was primarily to capture their own life stories to share with their children and grandchildren.  Our week after week of discipline allowed them to do just that.  We became a close knit group enjoying each other’s stories, which also served to remind each of us for our own 50 – 80 year history.  However it has become time for several to move on to more convenient lodgings.  Since new leadership is available here at Providence Place, the Writing Circle will morph as it should, for different folks with similar desires and different needs.

For me, it was an ongoing back pain that erupted in May and sent me to the emergency room 4 times, finally transferring me to a rehab facility for two weeks.  Mary’s Meadow, was a walk away from Providence Place and run by the Sisters.  With a stellar  reputation as one of the most innovative rehab sites in the USA.   I had a great rest.

The experience of being temporarily incapacitated was new to me, as were the ambulances, the emergency rooms, and the rehab center.  Fortunately my health care proxy jumped in to help me out. What I learned will help me avoid this in the future.

Now able and eager to move forward (and with a new comfy electric hospital bed), I am reviewing hundreds of blogs which capture my own later life journey as I continue to Encounter Age…Without a Map!

 

 

And Life Goes On…

The ups and downs continue.  In my eagerness to finally reflect in a post, I note that I last communicated a very long time ago. Seven months actually. Now 86, here I am.  Last August 2025, I was stopped cold by an unnecessarily self-inflicted wounding from operating my scooter within my apartment.  Not a serious wounding except to the skin on my leg, but serious enough to require 6 weeks of “wound care” visits and a near daily visiting nurse to do the re-bandaging.  

However, as it is in my life,  miracles  still exist.  A friend offered to give me Reiki Energy sessions, something I had not experienced before. At the end of my medical treatment, every single one of the nurses who cared for me, said the same thing: “I have never seen a wound like this heal so quickly.”  So my choices for alternative medical assistance continue to give benefit.  And I still wish that Western Medicine would open their minds to accept, teach, and regularly advise these alternatives.

Reflection on my 86 years of life continues. While somewhat tedious, I am enjoying cleaning out my files, reminding myself of my very satisfying  lifetime choices.  While no one may ever care to read these voluminous files, I am left to summarize.  Through books and videos, perhaps the next generation would like to know “Who was this Aunt Martha, Step mother, Grandmother, anyway?” 

Twelve years ago,  at 74, I entered what I now consider to be my fourth and final  chapter of life. This chapter is challenging. Particularly the process of enduring/welcoming the little by little diminishments and the shifts in perspective that are part of the aging process.   I hope to gather these perspectives for a final memoir…Encountering AgeWithout a Map! 

 Yes, I am changing and the world is changing around me.  Never before a political activist, today I am wanting to join those protesting the variety of authoritarian illegalities on the part of our current American President.  Who would have thought that I’d be taking my walker  and joining the millions of people across the country for the third No Kings Rally in my town. 

Life journeys differ for everyone.  We learn, we grow, we feel pain and sadness, we learn and grow some more. We experience changes, live through transitions, and end up where we never imagined. Aging is a part of all of our journeys.  And little, by little, if we choose, we pay attention

May our reflections help us make sense of our tenure on this planet.

 

6 Months Later…

It’s been a long hiatus. But somehow I’m allowing part of myself to resurface.  I’m giving my 10-year-old website  meetmarthajohnson.com an update.  Or at at least I’m refurbishing a bit of it to accommodate what I would like to leave behind.  And maybe, just maybe, I’ll start contributing a monthly blog…

After successfully battling sciatica which took months, I’m enjoying my daily swims at our pool and restarting a daily walk with the “up walker”. The miracles continue to amaze.  I somehow lucked out and have been named “Author of the Month” at the Northampton Senior Center.  On September 30 I’ll be sharing my Musings Along the Way, registration required.

Another one of my joys is Happier Valley Comedy, the Hadley Improv group. Haven’t been for about a year and it feels so good to deeply laugh uproariously at their silliness.

So…life goes on. The reflection, sorting, and tossing, is mostly satisfying, particularly when I discover things about which I’d forgotten .  And, last month, my niece (sadly caught up in the USAID chaos)  came up from the Cape to meet with my health care proxies…one more thing that gets crossed off the list.

.What’s “up” sometimes goes “down”, but always seem to come “up” again.  Good to notice. I probably have something to do with that.

“We are not broken, we are just unfinished.”    Rachel Naomi Remen