Category: Aging Well
Reflections on aging as something to do well rather than survive — what changes, what matures, what to release, and what becomes possible only after you’ve lived long enough to recognize patterns.
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Just an Anecdote about Garbage
She’s with the contracted janitorial service for my office—a talkative and cheerful Asian woman—and though I desperately try, I really have to strain to understand her, even after a year of seeing her every workday. I make an effort to communicate but her command of the English language is still weak. She likes my taste…
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Defy Your Past
Like attracts like. There’s something about an energy that’s put out by others that our antennae pick up on and we’re drawn in. Some similarity. Some…reflection. After my divorce, it seemed every other person I talked to was dealing with verbal abuse and didn’t know what it was. Some people might say that I was…
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Why the Tulip
I’ve been asked why the girl in the previous post has a tulip. This has been described to me in detail by my ex- mom-in-law, but I’ll be brief. It’s not so strange that this child would show up in this meditation, yet she was as much as surprise as the woman of vines and…
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9 of Pentacles: The Lady in the Garden
I’m not sure what happened to author Jill Jones. I lost track of her. I used to read her “literary suspense” novels from St. Martin’s Press in the 90’s and we’d meet up at various writers’ conferences and talk about various New Age topics. We both liked a bit of paranormal in our stories and…
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Serious Matters: The Little Girl with the Tulip
I stand on the astral, and the second I know where I am, I am moving. Forward. Long strides. Set jaw. Only fools would try to stop me. I am as I always am on the astral-taller, leaner, long brown hair flowing behind me, long wisps of white fabric about my body and ankles, curling…
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Singing To Myself
There’s no need to go begging the Gods tonight. Not for anything. Instead, there is a profound sense of “It’s taken care of for you.” Or maybe, “It’s being handled for you.” Regardless of all the people who have talked down to me before, admonishing me for not trusting in the Gods enough and for…
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Framing Romance
I needed the picture frame. I’d just received an email response from a friend who’d asked my insights and when I answered, the juice just seemed to flow and I didn’t know where it was coming from but hey, there it was. Her response began with: “Oh. My. Goddess. You are good, lady. That note…
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Remembering Other Planets and Times
The second visual flash I had, the one after the past life image of the falcon on my wrist, occurred in the late 90’s. Back then, that was an anomaly. If they happened at all, they tended to be away from home and work, usually when I was at a writers’ conference or with very…
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Meditation Work — A Flash of Light
In my meditation, there’s a flash of the man who comes to me in my dreams and visions. He is walking now with purpose, in a long robe that’s brown and coarse and hooded. A lantern swings from his hand as he walks, long lunging steps that add bounce to his knees. He’s walking in …
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Marking Time
Sometimes I mark off days on my calendar, invisibly, and people misunderstand. They like to tell me that I shouldn’t be marking things off, as if all the time between two points is wasted time. They see only the two events, like poles in the distance, and not the wires and connections between or the…
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Happy Mabon—and Lick My Boots!
I am utterly happy. And do you know why? Oh, it’s not what I thought either…. “Now repeat after me,” my friend says. “‘Lick my boots, worm!’” She pronounces “worm” like “Veeeerm,” and I start giggling. Yes, I am 44 and giggling like a little girl. We are in the midst of wishing each …
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Murphy’s Law in Full Effect
I was bored with food and tempted to skip lunch altogether, but I’d already been bored with breakfast ideas and did skip the most important meal of my day. So I wandered over to the Food Court and picked up the Special #1 to-go from the Chinese booth and headed back to the office so…
