Category Archives: Eldering
What we have learned
What we have learned in a long life can inform what we do for our world and our grandchildren. :- Doug.
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You may not think you have much wisdom
You may not think you have much wisdom—but will you use what you’ve got for your grandchildren? :- Doug.
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Typos and detours
Typos and detours may be the main road. :- Doug.
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Go further, sons and daughters
Go further, sons and daughters of my sons, than I have gone: release the skies, release the stars, release the divinity only you can. Now: before you are ready. Then invite the daughters and sons of your daughters and sons … Continue reading
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Elders say the darnedest things
Elders say the darnedest things. :- Doug.
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marking time?
Is old age simply marking time Until you die? Or is it making of your life A work of art? Is any day the same? Whatever age? :- Doug.
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Poetic time
We have poetic time, which is also beyond profane time. It flies, it reaches back, it reaches into our psyches shadowing us. Convergent, divergent, snaking, devious, and straight on to the core, coeur, corps. Few and fewer words to say … Continue reading
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Story time
Here’s another time: story time. It is beyond clock time (profane time). Story time stands still. It might actually go back and forth, and in 360 degrees, don’t you think? It brings the future near, obliquely. It harvests the day … Continue reading
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Why’d we do such things to them?
Our grandchildren’s grandchildren are unreal to us or why’d we do such things to them? Our time horizons are very short: tomorrow, next vacation, maybe at most some someday retirement. Always centered in “me” and “mine.” Visiting the Alamo one … Continue reading
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When without words
How do we converse when without words: maybe with rhythm, rhythms of which we are not aware, but might find ways to notice. :- Doug.
You can practice your deepest art
Zen’s word “ma” is the meaningful interval or space in time. Silence perhaps. Silence shouts the unsounded. Here is where you can practice your deepest art. :- Doug.
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We ask the clock
We ask the clock, how much time do I have left till…as if time were sand in a bag with a hole in the bottom. It is hard for us to see time as anything else. But was it always … Continue reading
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Rhythms in a nursing home
There are rhythms of life in say a nursing home. The rhythms are like languages where people cannot understand one another. There is the long flowing beat of the older, the staccato of the staff. :- Doug.
Seeing our blindness
We are blind and do not—perhaps cannot—see our blindness. :- Doug.