Category: Spiritual

What do we refer to when we talk about “doing the work”?

All of us I believe, arrive at adulthood with slights of childhood still needing to be healed. For some, the more fortunate, the wound needs but a suture or two. But many of us have suffered damage that remains problematic for decades. And the healing process can be lengthy. Self-esteem and capacity for love and... Read more »

Who woulda thunk it! Middle finger to the life expectancy chart and for the most part, a happy guy

What did I do to cheat the reaper and find reasons to get out of bed? It didn’t seem possible when I hit five-oh-no, fruitlessly smacking my head against a brick wall trying to change people and control situations. It was only when the headache and heartache became too painful that I asked myself, “Is... Read more »

Delayed response to a birthday come and gone

Can it be that I am done with drama? Maybe I only can get up for the fives-and-tens, as in nine-gasp-oh coming up next year. Or could it be I’m becoming okay with living in a state of equanimity, a psychological condition to which I never give capital. Equanimity! I mean, what kind of wasted... Read more »

A story of pain and more pain based on true events that every senior over age seventy will affirm

The pain really happens. Expect it if it hasn’t hit already. But the point of the story is the ending. Good morning, sweetheart The sudden pain shot up her left leg like a burning fuse, the cramp hardening the calf muscles into a rigid burl, knotted and gnarled. Anna’s grimace was a mixture of agony,... Read more »

When the student is ready, the teacher will come

I was stubborn. Maybe in denial. Or hard of hearing. Or so caught up in my own view of life I couldn’t hear the alternatives, even when they were in my best interest. Whatever the resistance, suddenly, after light years of deafness, I heard the kindly advice that changed my attitude, and my life. My... Read more »

Take a lesson from a top-notch surfer boy (Catch a wave, catch a wave)

Staring at the screen… don’t know what to write, lacking all inspiration or outrage or energy.  Maybe a sugar rush would help… tramping up and down the stairs surreptitiously snatching Hersey Kisses from the frig after spending five minutes on Spell Check trying to spell surreptitiously.  Up and down the stairs… reminds me of my... Read more »

Insanity of QAnon, debacle in Kabul, despair on the south side and a walking meditation on the Lincolnwood bike path

You’re chatting with a jogging buddy at Starbucks or eating lunch at the company cafeteria with a co-worker when he/she points to the omnipresent television screen where Congresswoman Marjorie Taylor Greene is announcing that her Save America Stop Socialism fund will donate money to all candidates who run against any congressperson who votes for the... Read more »

The bad news and the good news for those of us who “ain’t dead yet”

The bad news is, as we age it gets more difficult to wake up each morning with a reason for getting out of bed, never mind facing the day with energy and positivity. The acetaminophen you take for occasional soreness becomes hydrocodone for nagging aches and you call upon all your will power to stop... Read more »

Each year it gets more difficult to Cheat Death. And easier to accept it.

It’s four in the morning of a restless, sleepless night for no apparent reason.  I’m writing from a mysterious source where Dante did his research, the demons escaped once again to bring fear and horror into the sleepless dreams that are more real than life itself. I have run from the Edvard Munch images that... Read more »

The faded sepia and black and white photographs are a century old, and I see myself in them

Driving east through Chicago on her road trip from the west coast, a cousin of mine called me from out the blue, fifty one years after I last saw her!  It took two dinners and hours of reminiscing to catch up with the scandals and accomplishments of aunts and uncles.  Then the laptop came out,... Read more »