Every Day Zen
The dust of days, so often overlooked in favor of the clean slate, especially at the beginning of a year, 365 days not yet lived. It’s not without its inspiration, this charcoal slate with pine border, edged perfectly, and full-length piece of chalk ready to make dust, powdered words. To live only by clean slate... Continue Reading →
Today’s #LongerView is “How Not to Become a Zen Master.” My neighbor, Grace, is a woman of few words because that’s all she needs. She’s an inspiration at 90 but I suspect this has been true all her life. Take a seat on the swinging bench to read of grace, gratitude, and why reading the... Continue Reading →
I am now 60 plus 6. It’s messy but comfortable. When I began my sixth decade, I had an inkling of awareness so I put it in a box, all wrapped up with corners taped neatly. Its bow not yet pulled. Not a strand of ribbon out of place. Unopenly adorned. On any day, an... Continue Reading →
I did not find them by the sea but in a forest deep. They sat path-side. A fossilized shell, wave-smooth, with a wooden wayfarer having lost all but itself. As one, they appeared a fish, head of stone, body and tail of crêpe myrtle. On that day, they left one path for another. Who knows... Continue Reading →
This week’s #LongerView, “Monday Morning 9 AM Social,” is about creating community and not knowing where to begin but rather that doing nothing, beginning with what is. My neighbor, Grace, and I decide to stop talking about community and get a better sense of where we live and with whom. We choose a monthly calendar event... Continue Reading →
I used to be good with detail(s), and I’m still not bad, but now my associations are fluid, my memory free-ranging, the history I lived blended. I can think RFK and write or say JFK. And that is what I did in commenting on a thoughtful blog post regarding the 50thanniversary of RFK’s death. The... Continue Reading →
Progressing. Not how I usually describe chronic disease. I don’t think I have used that adjective in any of my previous posts but memory is unreliable. Always, it plays to audience. Over the last six months I have met with different specialists for different views and all have returned the same label: progressing. Yesterday, I... Continue Reading →
So often I fall into the obvious--the stuff hidden in plain sight--all the while wondering at the impermanence of life. As Geneen Marie Hauge put it, “how do we hold both the magnificence and tragedy of the world?” Every day equanimity is exhausting, evening out our emotions rather than riding a daily roller coaster. At... Continue Reading →
It takes me a while to realize I am still wearing my computer glasses. I had no idea the prescription would work for driving. It is a misty-gray, north Florida morning, anything but gloomy, full of mystery, and 100% humidity. I want to drive to the sea and so I do. Soon, my window wiper... Continue Reading →
