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 reportContinue reading “Scenes you can reenter”
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One misty moisty morning
Patricia’s and my thoughts are with the family of Carl, whose life was savored at a celebration of life today. A lively, laughing, loving, and loved husband, father, grandfather. A good friend. An excellent doctor. A voracious reader. He taught himself to weld. He was a pilot. He was captivated by the water, by sailing,Continue reading “One misty moisty morning”
Images
Been wondering tonight what happens to all the pictures in our memory from the stuff we encounter in a day. You know, the smell of fresh brewed coffee, the look of milk being poured onto your cereal, the lovely feel of a hug from the one who loves you and who you love, the sharpnessContinue reading “Images”
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