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I was a geriatric nurse, and we studied gerontology, the study of the social, cultural, psychological, cognitive, and biological aspects of ageing. So, the book by James Hillman, The Force of Character: And the Lasting Life, came as a welcome read. His chapter, “Old,” is especially interesting now that I am retired.
What are your thoughts on oldness or being old?
I think that being old is undervalued – something that James Hillman develops in his chapter – and some of his amusing comparisons are so similar to the residents that I cared for in the past:“Old” is itself a very old word, supposedly deriving from an Indo-European root that means “to nourish.” Tracing the word into Gothic, Old Norse, and Old English, we find that something “old” is fully nourished, grown up, matured. Today, when we inquire into someone’s age, even if that someone is a small child, we ask, “How old is she?” and are told, “She is four years old.” At whatever age we are we identify ourselves with a specific quantity of oldness, having and being “old.”
Hillman, James. The Force of Character: And the Lasting Life (p. 71). Random House Publishing Group. Kindle Edition.
When I look out at the world and the aspirations of human beings, I feel that we have forgotten something that James Hillman puts so aptly:Oldness is an adventure. Stepping from the bathtub, hurrying to the phone, or just going down the stairs presents as much risk as traveling camelback in the Gobi. Once we were down the stairs and out the door way ahead of our feet. Now who knows when the trick knee will give out or the foot miss the tread. Once we learned from the fox and the hawk; now the walrus, the tortoise, and the moose in a dark bog are our mentors. The adventure of slowness.
Hillman, James (p. 72).
The world nourishes when we feel its oldness. The human soul cannot draw very much from the New World of discoveries or from futurism’s Brave New World, which makes nothing that lasts and whose swiftly obsolescent generations are far shorter than those humans enjoy. Not those worlds, but this old, old world; the very word “world” was once spelled wereald, weorold: this nourishing place, so full of eald.
Hillman, James (p. 73).
What are your thoughts on oldness or being old?