A Sixty Year Old Woman
What preconceived notions spring to mind when reading or hearing that phrase? I am not there yet but am thinking about it so as to be ready when the time comes.
While up on a roof re-pointing a wall alongside my husband, I wondered if that was 60 year old behaviour and that is when I realized I must have a pile of prejudice, some avowed, some un-avowed and even unconscious, indefinable but nevertheless present. I have not minded thinking of myself as a “quinca”, short for quinquagénaire which means being in one’s fifties but “sexa”? Maybe I fear a weakness, a waning. The next dry day, I must be sure to climb the nut tree.
Part of being a penitent as encouraged by The Revelation of Arès is to free oneself from prejudice. I do not accept a stereotype for myself so why should I do so for others?