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    Ruminations from the Arizona Room: Ch-Ch-Ch Changes: On David Bowie and “Retirement” in Sedona

    April 10, 201710 Comments
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    Ruminations from the Arizona Room is a series by Dr. Elizabeth Oakes, a former Shakespeare professor, a spiritual writer, and an award winning poet. A Sedonian of four years, she will share the thoughts that arise as she sits in the literal Arizona room in her home as well as the metaphorical “Arizona room” that is Sedona.

    photo_elizabethoakes_216_20170109By Elizabeth Oakes
    (April 10, 2017)

    Before I visited here, I saw Sedona described as a place of artists, musicians, writers, and distinguished retirees. The incongruity of the last with the first three made me laugh, but now I agree that, indeed, retirement is an art.

    In fact, distinguished hardly describes most who “retire” here, as it suggests resting on laurels. Retirement here is golden, but it doesn’t have anything to do with a gold watch. “Turn and face the strange,” Bowie repeats six times in “Changes,” which is what many do.

    It’s more that Sedona is the setting for another stage of life that has its own tasks and rewards, its new avenues for growth and vision, and its expanded ways to live and give. The social identity we built up and the work we did in the earlier stages were important, satisfying, and necessary. That hasn’t ended; it’s just shifted. Bowie describes it this way: “I watch the ripples change their size / but never leave the stream.”

    20170410_oakesA shift in perspective happens. I, for instance, loved teaching Shakespeare and truly believe it was what I came into this world to do. However, one day as I was walking to my classroom, I heard my inner voice say, “You’re done with this. You need to do something else.” As Bowie sings, “Time may change me.”

    “Ch-ch-ch changes” were in the offing. I call it the “from the ______ stage to the ______ stage.” Maybe some of these will pertain to you:

    From cooped up to free range

    From collegial to tribal

    From individuated to cosmically connected

    from clock time to time warp

    From the rat race to angelic encounters

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    From worker bee to butterfly

    20170410_oakes2From mentor to what-I-was-meant-to-be

    From the actual to the astral

    From alas to at last

    From alack to shake-up

    From been there, done that to wow, what is that

    From performance reviews to red rock views

    and, in the language of quantum physics, from particle to wave

    As for me, I often say of myself that once I taught at a university, and now I’m a student of the universe.

    I’m home-schooling my spirit here in Sedona!

    Beginner’s mind! Beginner’s luck!

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    10 Comments

    1. Susie Brighten on April 10, 2017 9:18 am

      Oh my gosh Elizabeth, this is the most wonderful article along with the photo and John’s painting of our multi dimensional self. I love your descriptive words about what happens in the journey, the evolutionary journey, that is happening to everyone on earth whether they are aware of it or not. And indeed, you are still teaching, and now you are teaching about our real selves and the real world. Thank you so very much for sharing this, and thank John also for his wonderful painting showing by art that we are multi dimensional. I love you….

      • Elizabeth Oakes on April 12, 2017 8:06 pm

        Thank you, Susie! You are a master teacher, so I’m so gratified by your words!

    2. Jane Barlow on April 10, 2017 10:19 am

      How lucky we in Sedona are to have you. I moved here 17 years ago. Where did you move from?

      • Elizabeth Oakes on April 12, 2017 8:08 pm

        I’ve lived here and there (Glastonbury, England, Iowa City, Iowa, Woodstock, NY — the town), but I’ve spent much of my life in Kentucky. We moved here five years ago permanently after visiting since 2008. I hope to run into you!

    3. libertylincoln on April 10, 2017 5:49 pm

      Ah YOU HAVE DONE IT AGAIN… THANKS LIBBY… LUV L

      • Elizabeth Oakes on April 12, 2017 8:08 pm

        Liberty, You’re my touchstone! If you like it, I feel ok about it!

    4. Becki Hawkins on April 11, 2017 6:27 am

      Lovely!!! I live in NE Oklahoma but try to visit Sedona every year!! It has always been ‘special ‘ to me! I wrote my book there. And have spoken to a group there by invitation of David Sunfellow. And a dear friend welcomes me when I can come visit.

      It is magical and spiritual and seemingly a mighty vortex!

      And it there I feel most free to be me!! I can speak of my visions, and dreams and OOB experiences and people ‘hear’ me without running away!!

      So pleased to read this today!!! Thank you!!!

      Becki

      • Elizabeth Oakes on April 12, 2017 8:09 pm

        Becki, I know what you mean — it’s like finding your tribe! You’re so welcome, and I’m so glad you responded!

    5. Randall Reynolds on April 12, 2017 6:36 am

      Likely my most treasured read Libby– thanks for sharing your beautiful Sedona experience– so much here I carry in my heart as well. Your new chapter is unfolding every day!

    6. Elizabeth Oakes on April 12, 2017 8:10 pm

      Randall, I want to hear about your new chapter as well. Thank you ever and always for being one of the tribe!

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