This is not a morbid tale. On the contrary…this dark night of the soul has a silver lining. Stay with me. My fifties were marked by moments of deep grief and loss. A shadow came, seemingly, out of nowhere and lingered for quite a while. Grief and Loss for a variety of reasons – the… Read More And So Passes The Dark Night Of The Soul…
What bothers me about cliches is that, oftentimes, they sound so cheesy while, at the same time, are so true. Someone, somewhere, identified an experience and attached some pithy words to it which we can then relate to…sometimes begrudgingly. Here’s my love-hate relationship with a particular cliche: write your own story. The sound of this… Read More Who Doesn’t Love A Good Cliche?
I was in Colorado last week and had dinner with some friends from the Modern Elder Academy in Santa Fe. Conversation flowed smoothly and was interesting, not to mention so much fun – such a blessing in newly formed friendships. We talked, laughed and reflected on our individual histories, as well as our collective history… Read More And So She Wept…
Through My Mind's Eye 