Your animal has just passed, or is soon to be in transition, and you feel that something has already shifted. The way they look at you.The way the house holds silence differently.The way love suddenly feels too big for the body. We’re not taught what to do with love at this threshold. We’re not taught…
Ceremony & Ritual for Aging My 73rd birthday arrived today, and however odd it might seem to others, I still enjoy them. I’ve been ‘trying out’ this birthday for the past month, saying “I’m 73.” Of course, it feels no different than 71 or 72. But I do feel that there should be a special celebration…
Or as Spock said, “Live Long and Prosper” I thought about this as I dozed in my garden the other day. Which do I prefer? Living long sounds much more participatory than growing old, which sounds like a degenerative activity we have no part in or control over. “Live long and prosper,” Spock would say…
And Reiki at a Farm Animal Sanctuary I walk through this farm gate with a beginner’s mind. It’s been nine years since I was last here. I’m 73 now, and the landscape of my life looks quite different than it did nine years back. Then, as now, I planned to offer Reiki to these rescued…
Don’t call me Senior and NEVER call me Sweetie! Some people tell me I’m too sensitive. But if I’m not an apple doll (see above) then I NEVER want to hear someone call me adorable. I hate the term senior all day long. It labels and minimizes me, as if who I am in society is…
The world is constantly demanding our attention and our reactions, particularly now with the upheaval of our politics, yet there is profound power in simply observing.
“Why Do You Pray?” I had a strange dream. A woman with wild gray hair snaking around her head shook me by the shoulders asking frantically “Why do you pray? Why do you pray?” Startled awake, this vivid dream stuck with me all day, and I wondered why I got this message. So, why do…
Experience more peace by being in nature
Maybe we need to hug a tree When despair for the world grows in meAnd I wake in the night at the least sound In fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,I go and lie down where the wood drakeRests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.I…
