Every Day Zen
Aging is freeing for a writer, a last gasp of so many why nots? I’ve mentioned wanting to write poetry but not having a poet’s heart, which I don’t, but why not a few lines of verse, from time to time? And because it is not real poetry but an exercise, I use a quotation,... Continue Reading →
Today’s #LongerView is a look at love, not as it usually appears but perhaps as it exists. Who can ever know what goes on in another life? In this post, I am only an observer and cannot know this relationship; I can only give you “The View from Down the Hall.” As always, I provide... Continue Reading →
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 →
