My father and I drove from Arizona to the Northwest last week and we are now enjoying a relaxed week together along with my daughter and her husband. I am grateful for the opportunity to spend whatever time I can with family. I think that, as we get older, our appreciation for our children and parents expands. At the same time, I can also see that I can become ‘stuck’ in a kind of ‘family-get-together-pattern’. Not that this is bad, but it is different than how I might normally spend a
In loving memory of my mother, Ruth Selman (1920-2007), who passed away this morning at 11:20 am.I am distracted by thoughts of dying, My actions blown away on wasted winds of imagination and thoughts I cannot think or speak.
I celebrate tomorrow and yearn for yesterdays,The weakness of a restless soul longing for realities unlived and lost forever in the desert of forgotten dreams.
I am longing to disappear in a transcendent moment,Able to relate in a comforting embrace and forget the lost moments of unexperienced possibilities and unconsummated potential.
I am too many people in too many times,Filled with the pain of seeking what cannot be sought and hoping for resolution of unasked questions that have no answers.
I have circumnavigated the Universe eight times and seven,Being both lighthearted and a dark cloud without reason, knowing only that I AM and always will be searching, without sleep or time to rest.
I am movement itself, without form or fashion, direction or goal,Forever trapped in this prison of time and space, physical without form and spiritual without Being or power beyond myself.
I am beyond mere words—a silence embracing the absence of sound.Rebirth isn’t possible when we cannot die or find an ending to the process we began so long ago—before we knew the cost of time.
I am Yesterday, Tomorrow and Forever, surrounding both life and death,Now cannot be me, but it is all there is, and therefore I am not and never was—until someone finds me waiting for them for all eternity.
By Kay Costley-WhiteA lot is written these days about aging gracefully. As we approach our senior years, we also become aware of a vague dread: we don’t want to acknowledge our fear of dying.
Evolution, while fitting us
with an urgent will to survive and multiply, also equipped us with a
powerful, instinctive fear of death. It is perfectly normal and natural
to have a strong aversion to anything to do with it. Many people end
their lives without ever addressing the issue. But if we choose to open
up to this part of our genetic makeup, what is it really about? Does it
relate to the course of illness leading to the body’s demise,