JAYSPEAK

Health Matters!

“In the last Quarter of Life” A lot of us are in the last quarter of life and I share without politics, religion, race cards. Just gentle thoughts: You know, time has a way of catching you off-guard about how quickly it travels. It feels like just yesterday that I was young and ready to start adult-life. And in a way it feels like eons ago, and I wonder where the years have gone. I know I lived them all. I remember all my hopes and dreams. I remember the plans I made. And suddenly, here I am in the last quarter. How did I get here so fast? Where have the years gone and where did my youth go? I can recall looking at older people, thinking how long it will take for me to get where they are. That I am still in my youth, that I have many years ahead. At that time I could not even think of being where I am now. And yet, here I am. My friends are retired, they all have grey hair, they move much slower than they did and when I look at them, I see older people. Some are in a better and some a worse condition than me. But I see the big difference. They are no longer the youthful, carefree, full-of-life friends. Just like me, age shows. And we are now the older people we used to look at and thought it was still a long way off. I find that these days, taking a shower takes its toll on my breath and energy levels. And an afternoon nap is not just a treat, it’s become a necessity. And if I don’t, I find myself sleeping in the same chair I started reading or watching television in. Now I have entered this new season of my life, totally unprepapred for the discomfort, aches and pains, loss of energy and strength and ability to do what I could, yet sometimes didn’t. At least I know that, even though I am in the last quarter and I have no idea how long this quarter will be, when my time on earth is over, a new adventure awaits too. Yes, I do have things I wish I I had never done. Yet so thankful for those I did. It is all in a lifetime. And if you are not in the last quarter yet, I want to remind you that it comes faster than you could anticipate. Do the things you still want to do as soon as possible. Do not procrastinate. Life runs on fast legs. Do today what you can. There is no promise that we will all see the seasons of life. Live for today. For now. Say the words to the ones you love. Often. Hopefully some will appreciate the things you did for them. And if they don’t, it is also okay. Life is truly a gift. Just be happy. It is afterall your choice. And remember that health is a treasure, not wealth, gold and silver, property or your bank balance. You may think that going out is the best, but believe me – coming home is better. You may forget names and that is okay, because some have already forgotten that they knew you. The things you cared about previously, you may lose interest in. If you fall asleep in your favourite chair, stay there. Growing older is wonderful. It is comfortable. It is loaded with memories that you never grow tired of. It is an absolute treasure. Look after yourself.

Best, JAY

PS-I love you

My time on Earth

A young man asked his grandfather, “Grandpa, how did you live in the past without technology . . . without computers, without Internet connection, without TVs, without air conditioners, without cars, no cell phones?” Grandpa answered: “As your generation lives today . . . there are no prayers, there is no compassion, there is no respect, no real education, there is no personality, there is no shame at all, there is no modesty, there is no honesty. We, the people born between the years 1940-1980, were the blessed ones. Our lives are a living proof.” * While playing and riding a bike, we have never worn a helmet. * Before school then we played and again after school until dusk and hardly ever watched television. * We played with real friends, not virtual friends. * If we were thirsty, we would drink tap water, or water from the hose, not mineral water. * We never worried even as we shared the same cup of juice with four friends. * We never gained weight by eating plates of pasta every day. * Nothing happened to our feet despite roaming barefoot. * We never used food supplements to stay healthy. * We used to make our own toys and play with them. * Our parents were not rich. They gave love, not stuff. * We never had a cell phone, DVD, game console, Xbox, video game, PC, internet, chat . . . but we had true friends. * We visited our friends without being invited and shared and enjoyed the food with them. Parents lived nearby to take advantage of family time. * We may have had black and white photos, but you can find colorful memories in these photos. * We are a unique and the most understanding generation, because we are the last generation that listened to their parents. And we are also the first ones who were forced to listen to their children. * We are a limited edition! Take advantage of us. Learn from us. We are a treasure destined to disappear soon.

Best, Jay

Healing

Advice from María Sabina, Mexican healer and poet

“Heal yourself with the light of the sun and the rays of the moon. With the sound of the river and the waterfall. With the swaying of the sea and the fluttering of birds.

Heal yourself with mint, neem and eucalyptus.

Sweeten with lavender, rosemary and chamomile.

Embrace yourself with the cocoa bean and a touch of cinnamon.

Put love in tea instead of sugar and drink it looking at the stars.

Heal yourself with the kisses that the wind gives you and the hugs of the rain.

Get strong with your bare feet on the ground and with everything that comes from it.

Be smarter every day by listening to your intuition, looking at the world with the eye of your forehead.

Jump, dance, sing, so that you live happier.

Heal yourself, with beautiful love, and always remember… you are the medicine.”

Letting Go

She let go. Without a thought or a word, she let go. She let go of the fear. She let go of the judgments. She let go of the confluence of opinions swarming around her head. She let go of the committee of indecision within her. She let go of all the ‘right’ reasons. Wholly and completely, without hesitation or worry, she just let go. She didn’t ask anyone for advice. She didn’t read a book on how to let go… She didn’t search the scriptures. She just let go. She let go of all of the memories that held her back. She let go of all of the anxiety that kept her from moving forward. She let go of the planning and all of the calculations about how to do it just right. She didn’t promise to let go. She didn’t journal about it. She didn’t write the projected date in her Day-Timer. She made no public announcement and put no ad in the paper. She didn’t check the weather report or read her daily horoscope. She just let go. She didn’t analyze whether she should let go. She didn’t call her friends to discuss the matter. She didn’t do a five-step Spiritual Mind Treatment. She didn’t call the prayer line. She didn’t utter one word. She just let go. No one was around when it happened. There was no applause or congratulations. No one thanked her or praised her. No one noticed a thing. Like a leaf falling from a tree, she just let go. There was no effort. There was no struggle. It wasn’t good and it wasn’t bad. It was what it was, and it is just that. In the space of letting go, she let it all be. A small smile came over her face. A light breeze blew through her. And the sun and the moon shone forevermore. Rev Safire Rose artist: Unknown

Best, Jay

My childhood

CONGRATULATIONS TO ALL BORN IN 1930’s, 1940’s, 50’s, 60’s, 70’s and Early 80’s! First, you survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they carried us. They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a tin, and didn’t get tested for diabetes. Then after that trauma, your baby cots were covered with bright colored lead-based paints. You had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when you rode your bikes, you had no helmets, not to mention, the risks you took hitch-hiking. As children, you would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags. Riding in the back of a truck or on the tailgate was always great fun. You drank water from the garden hosepipe and actually liked it. You shared one soft drink with four friends, from one cup and NO ONE actually died from this. You ate cakes, white bread and real butter and drank pop with sugar in it, but you weren’t overweight because YOU WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING!! You ran in the yard barefooted, rolled in the grass and never even thought about ticks. You would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as you were back when the street lights came on. No one was able to reach you all day. And you were OK. You would spend hours building your go-carts out of scraps and then ride down the hill, only to find out you forgot the brakes. After running into the bushes a few times, you learned to solve the problem. You fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no lawsuits from these accidents. You played with worms (well, most boys did) and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever. You made up games with sticks and tennis balls and although you were told it would happen, you did not poke out any eyes. You rode bikes or walked to a friend’s house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just yelled for them! This generation has produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers and inventors ever and YOU are one of them! CONGRATULATIONS

Best, Jay

New chapter coming up!

She never meant to go down the hard roads that she did, it’s just how her life turned out. She didn’t choose her story.. Her story chose her. It’s been a tale of heartache and heartbreak, falls and failures, struggle and loss. But even more than that, her story is one of rising from the ashes, getting stronger with very mistake and becoming more beautiful after she was broken. They’ll call her distant, cold or unforgiving- that’s just because they don’t bother to try to see past her steely facade.. Not to keep others out, but to protect herself. She’s been hurt countless times before by lovers, friends and even family.. And she has a bitter taste in her mouth from it. So, maybe she doesn’t welcome everyone into her life with open arms, not because she’s standoffish, but because she’s more careful now who she lets get close to her. She vowed never again to let the people who didn’t deserve her time or love past her walls.. anyone who has gotten close to her has earned it- she’s worth that and so much more. Most people don’t understand her and men always seem to have an opinion about her, but then, weaker people always put down the strongest souls that they can’t tame. She’s not changing to please anyone and she’s not pretending to be anything she isn’t. She’s real, passionate and always there for the people she loves.. The rest have to prove they’re worth her affection. Maybe she’s not the most popular person, but she’d rather have a few amazing friends than countless fake ones. So, don’t mistake her tough exterior- she has a heart of gold and the deepest of souls.. But she will always keep her head, standards and hopes high, because she’s driven to be better and always rise above the struggle of every day life. So, when you meet her, take in the beauty of a woman that’s been born again and broken in the fire of her life. She’s one of a kind and rightfully so- she’s survived what most never could, And she’s done it with a smile on her face and love in her heart. She’ll always be that one lady that can’t be defined, contained or easily understood.. Just the way she likes it. She is and will always be .. Unforgettable.

Easy to Love

“Am I easy to love? If someone asked me that, I wouldn’t know how to answer. Maybe some days I’m easier to love than others. I don’t think a person is easy to love 100% of the time. Everyone has good days and bad days. Everyone has their moments. Somedays I’m a whirlwind of emotions. The highs, the lows. Over thinking, over feeling, allowing thoughts & emotions to run wild in my mind. Questioning everything, reading into everything. Sometimes making small things into bigger things they shouldn’t have ever become. Somedays I’m quiet. Very quiet. That’s how he knows something is up. Something is bothering me. When I’m upset, stressed, or something is bothering me I’m very quiet. It’s almost like my words are stolen from me. Kept hidden under lock and key until I want them to come out. There’s days I need reassurance. Even though I know the answer, it’s reassuring to hear the words. Plus it makes me feel good. Somedays I rile and tease to get a rise out of him. It’s fun for me to see him get all antsy. All in good sensual fun. Somedays I’m sad and in a spiraled down state that only he knows to get me out of- with how he calms me and talks about memories we had that makes me smile or grin. Other days I’m my humorous happy fun-loving self making him laugh in his work day. There’s days I put the psychology hat on and be the advice giver. Then there’s days I’m a storm. A wild feminine soul with emotions and thoughts heightened where everything I feel is at a tornadoes strength. Other days I’m a calm turquoise sea taking everything in stride. There’s no in betweens. I’m either black or white. There’s no grey areas. He gets everything I am. The soul mate, the passionate lover, the confidant, the best friend, the advisor, my delicate femininity, the wild rhapsody soul, the strong willed force of nature, the little girl inside the woman, the comedian, very intune and affectionate, honest and raw, the sadness and pain, the uninhibited love. He gets it all. So am I easy to love? I think the answer is….you’re only easy to love with the right person. The right person will take every facet and part of your being, your mind, and soul…and understand all those things at a level where there’s so much familiarity, it’s like they’ve known you for years. They feel you’re a part of them, their other half. Those are the ones that find it easy to love you. The ones that are meant to be with you. The ones who accept you for who you are and try not to change you. They accept your dark and your light. The ones not right for you will never know how to love you and find you easy to love. The right one will find you easy to love naturally. Like he loves me.”

And on the 7th day….

I wanted to find a lighthearted title for this week’s Substack. For the last week, I worked eight, nine, ten hours a day unmaking a world that I had …
And on the 7th day….

Do we create monsters???

As children we’re convinced That monsters hide beneath our beds But as adults we soon realise That they walk the streets instead It’s not their face that’s monstrous It’s their loathing and their lies For it isn’t how they look – The monster’s who they are inside And at first we tiptoe round them Terrified to make a noise But slowly, very surely We are bound to find our voice But as fear gives way to anger And our loathing multiplies We start becoming monstrous And we think we’re justified But flames won’t put out fire Water will not halt a flood And we cannot stop the monsters By behaving as they would You see, anyone that’s ever Loved somebody else before Knows no matter how much hate we feel Love always matters more So though you’re brave to fight them And your courage makes you tough Don’t fight them out of hate But to protect the things you love And when life gets too scary Promise me you will make sure That you won’t become a monster But you’ll still learn how to roar!

Best, Jay

Inner Strength

She isn’t strong because that’s what she wanted to be.. She didn’t choose her story- In fact, it chose her. She holds herself together with beautiful composure and magnificent courage.. For as the world thinks she has it all under control, she’s almost dying inside at every turn. But that’s what separates her from the rest- you’ll never see her break down, lose her cool or fall apart. The facade she has mastered is evident to everyone she meets, yet the woman who cries herself to sleep- if she can sleep at all- is a person that they would never believe exists. To all that know her, she’s a beacon of glowing hope and strength, for her extraordinary courage in ordinary situations isn’t because she’s being heroic.. Well, not in the ways that anyone would think…it’s just who she is. If people knew the struggles she has overcome, the pain she has endured and the mountains she’s climbed, they would be amazed. The woman that falls apart behind closed doors is the same smiling face that greets the world every morning. She hurts in ways most will never understand and braves the pain with a resolve that would bring most men to their knees.. But that’s just who she is and how she lives. She wasn’t given any other choice, so she does what she has to do to keep moving forward with a pep in her step and a light in her heart.. Pain has almost wrecked her more times than she knows and still, she carries on. She feels every broken heart and every harsh word. The difference between her and the rest? She doesn’t let the pain break her. She’s so many things – warrior, survivor and dreamer.. But she’s so much more than that. When all she wants to do is fall apart, she unfurls her wings and flies higher. That’s who she is and what she will always be: A strong woman.. Amazing, resilient and free.

JAY W. MACINTOSH
75016 Paris, France
Email: jaywmacintosh@gmail.com

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Best, Jay

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