The online Miriam Webster dictionary defines “majestic” as “impressively beautiful.”
The coast here at Yachats is Majestic.
A kinder way
Writing about aging with vibrancy, beauty, tears, and grace includes, of course, thoughts on mortality.
Here is an editorial from today’s NYT that resonates from many yeas as a hospice employee.
Let us know your thoughts.
mysterious, irrevocable, and sacred
Sunday in Portland.
Just began to heat our small sauna to enjoy before church and then a 3 to 4 hour trip to Yachats on the Pacific Coast.
This time of travel and family and new ritual and ancient ways and soulful, joyful people and . . . is like . . .
well . . .
Helens, Hood, Rainier
Time with Jennifer, Jeff, Eli is wonderful. We are here in Oregon, savoring the minutes and hours and stories and people and . . . well, those three mountains:
simplicity, work, enjoyment
One of the many great joys of this sabbatical time are the ideas you send to us.
Today Roberta, our Sarasota neighbor and wonderful visitor with Bruce of us in Ireland, sent us this vimeo – it is a 95 year old dancer telling about old age.
Let us know what you think . . .
60 in Duluth
We woke before dawn to begin the transition (clean up, sort, and pack) for the next part of our journey. Today we fly to Portland for a week with my daughter, Jennifer and her husband, Jeff, and son, Elijah. It will be good to be with them and to be on the Pacific coast after five weeks in Ireland near the waters of the Atlantic.
And, it will be sad to leave our Duluth families and this beautiful place in the world.
May you see beauty and taste grace before the day is done.
Scenes you can reenter
In the July issue of “The Sun'” there is a summary of several interviews with the psychologist, James Hillman, who died last year at the age of eighty-five of bone cancer. The article is wise . . . about aging, and other things too. The last paragraph affirms:
“Another thing that old people often report is enjoying the simple pleasures of the day, and the pleasure of the seasons, of seeing spring again, or snow. I’ve also noticed how enjoyable memories are. Reviewing our lives can be a pleasure. It isn’t just contrition and guilt and remorse and regret and so on. There’s a strange pleasure in going back over things. And it isn’t just that you go back over them, but they come back to you. you can’t believe it. Where did all this come from? They aren’t just memories, but scenes you can reenter and in them rediscover things you once lived.”
Fall Colors
Shel Silverstein penned this poem, “Colors:”
My skin is kind of sort of brownish
Pinkish yellowish white.
My eyes are greyish blueish green,
But I’m told they look orange in the night.
My hair is reddish blondish brown,
But it’s silver when it’s wet.
And all the colors I am inside
Have not been invented yet.
Cinnamon, Cyprus, CIW, Clay & Courage
Cinnamon can carry 18,311 tons.
She is from Limassol in Cyprus.
Cyprus is situated in the northeastern corner of the Mediterranean, at the meeting point of Europe, Asia and Africa. Since the dawn of history, Cyprus has been one of the most interesting areas of the region and has a rich and visible cultural history. Ancient Greeks, Egyptians and Romans along with Crusaders, Byzantines, Franks and Ottomans have all left a powerful legacy for the modern visitor to see and admire.
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Sony NEX
Did you ever have fear?
Did you ever have fear of something happening . . . and then it did?
Not long before the beginning of this magnificent time of sabbatical made possible by St. Andrew UCC and the Lilly Endowment, Patricia and I and a couple of others had lunch with a St. A member in St. Petersburg whose name is Virginia.
Post-lunch, we were all in the car, and I was pulling out of the lot, when our waiter appeared at the window of the car waving a camera and asking, “Is this yours?”
It was mine.
I had taken a few pictures at lunch and then left the camera on the table.
Whew!
What a great wait person!
From that day onward I have had a small fear that I would lose the NEX somewhere.
It happened a couple nights ago.
Here at this house.
Uffffffda!
wells-of-wellness 