Saturday, August 30, 2025

Humble Contemplation and the Art of Ageing

"You cannot travel the path until you become the path itself."

- Buddha

"Three things in human life are important. The first is

to be kind. The second is to be kind. And the third is

to be kind"

- Henry James

"Coincidence is God's way of remaining anymous"

- (Att) A. Einstein

"Remembrance is a form of meeting"

- Kahil Gibran

"It is not how much we read or accumulated that matters .

It is how we have lived , loved and served"

- (adapted) Thomas A' Kempis

Inspiration :

While organizing a series of "legacy projects" ...sort of selecting

bits and pieces of my life journey to date for my grandchildren

as "something to leave behind. "

Something happened.

While trying to organize different chapters of my passage.

Pieces of a long lost puzzle magically appear falling into place

by the power of a cosmic source.

Memories once lost begin to resurface like river busting

through a dam overwhelming the heart . Unbridled emotions :

smiles, tears , gratitude , humility , joys , faces, places ,events

and the changes and the losses ...the glass once half full overflowing.

Mandala

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The Writing:

Humble Contemplation and Art of Ageing

Meheil, the ever-present angel of inspiration whispers,

"Who knows where the time goes? You have many stories

and the one's you recall are the one's that sanctified you.

Learn from them . Share them as others may remember.

Release the ego.

Release the desire and its shadows.

You are here now . Every thing and everyone has purpose.

Life's purpose is to be completely yourself

without pride, without reward,

without the hunger for recognition.

This moment is reality.

The path that brought you here -

the joys , the sorrow or indifference --

is the mandala of your arrival,

- soon to be swept away.

Every beginning has an end and every ending has

a new beginning..."

- JF Sobecki

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Poetry (and such for your Contemplation)

Oh me! Oh life!

Oh me! Oh life! of the questions
of these recurring.
Of the endless trains of faithless,
of cities filed with the foolish,
Of myself forever reproaching myself,
( for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)
Of eyes that vainly crave the light,
of the objects mean, of the struggle ever renew'd,
Of the poor results, of the plodding
and sordid crowds I see around me,
Of the empty and useless years of the rest,
with the rest me intertwined,
The question,O me! so sad , recurring---
What good amid these, O me, O life?
Answer,
That you are here ---that life exists and identity,
That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute
---a verse

- W. Whitman

Swimming , One Day in August

It is time now , I said

for the deepening and quieting of the spirit

among the flux of happenings.

Something has pestered me so much

I thought my heart would break.

I mean the mechanical part.

I went down in the afternoon

to the sea

which held me, until I grew easy.

About tomorrow , who knows anything.

Except that it will be time again,

for the deepening and quieting of the spirit.

- Mary Oliver

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Music: and such for your listening inspiration

(Please click on link below each picture to see video)

Dear Time - J. Browne,S. Martin, A.Brown,J.Hanna

(my current theme for my daily reflections)

https://youtu.be/v_yJFbvOkXs?si=0chTmtTqkmWBDs5Z

Who Knows Where the Time Goes- Fairport Convention

(R. Thompson)

https://youtu.be/OkOB57UcYk8?si=Fg3VcdOkmy7ABfCs

Memory Lane - V. Morrison

https://youtu.be/gRbsj2HooGw?si=lMt92LdKVJyEl_lH

To Leave Something Behind - S. Rowe

https://youtu.be/mSgnC5eQ5u0?si=BsWxOJ-S1JhCUZCK

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Coda: Some extras for your reflection

The Circle Game - T. Rush ( J. Mitchell)

https://youtu.be/dURdp9tXa6k?si=zTw2dzFkxpCv2GQo

The Biggest Regret of an 80 year old - G. Mate'

https://youtu.be/K0yqlInedZM?si=qUfcAJchfLnXhzWE

(Happy Birthday - G)

Remembering Labor Day --- for all those who work, have worked.

and want to work ....

AMDG

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New Blog - Rain and Rivers Revisited: A Journey of a Lost Weekend

Well you may recall I have been working on a piece of fiction for a while now. It is still a work in progress. However, I decided

to release drafts of the first few episodes ( chapters.) Much of the work is completed but I am always cutting and editing.

http://rainandriversrevisited.blogspot.com/

It is difficult to release just pieces at a time as they are created as independent episodes they are also all parts of a larger piece (and picture .) I could share more but I am curious to read or hear your feedback.

I want to thank those friends and supporters who have already provided feedback ...and of course all the folks who have been following my Second Chance Dance Blog ( by the way that will continue.)

The material in the Blog is all copyrighted and cannot be reproduced in any form. Though, I welcome you to share the link and this blog with others .So please when you have a few minutes take a read and let me know what you think. I expect to be posting a series of subsequent episodes shortly.

Thanks....

News of Death

(This is for Coach)

Last night they came with news of death
not knowing what I would say.
I wanted to say,"The green wind is running through the fields making the grass lie flat."
I wanted to say,"The apple blossom flakes like ash covering the orchard wall."
I wanted to say,"the fish float belly up in the slow stream,stepping stones to the dead."

They asked if I would sleep that night,
I said I did not know.
For this loss I could not speak,the tongue lay idle in a great darkness,the heart was strangely open,the moon had gone,and it was then when I said, "He is no longer here"
that the night put its arms around me
and all the white stars turned bitter with grief.
- David Whyte

What Work is

We stand in the rain in a long line

waiting at Ford Highland Park. For work.

You know what work is--if you're

old enough to read this you know what

work is, although you may not do it.

Forget you. This is about waiting,

shifting from one foot to another.

Feeling the light rain falling like mist

into your hair, blurring your vision

until you think you see your own brother

ahead of you, maybe ten places.

You rub your glasses with your fingers,

and of course it's someone else's brother,

narrower across the shoulders than

yours but with the same sad slouch, the grin

that does not hide the stubbornness,

the sad refusal to give in to

rain, to the hours wasted waiting,

to the knowledge that somewhere ahead

a man is waiting who will say, "No,

we're not hiring today," for any

reason he wants. You love your brother,

now suddenly you can hardly stand

the love flooding you for your brother,

who's not beside you or behind or

ahead because he's home trying to

sleep off a miserable night shift

at Cadillac so he can get up

before noon to study his German.

Works eight hours a night so he can sing

Wagner, the opera you hate most,

the worst music ever invented.

How long has it been since you told him

you loved him, held his wide shoulders,

opened your eyes wide and said those words,

and maybe kissed his cheek? You've never

done something so simple, so obvious,

not because you're too young or too dumb,

not because you're jealous or even mean

or incapable of crying in

the presence of another man, no,

just because you don't know what work is.

Philip Levine

On Marriage - Kahil Gibran

You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore.You shall be together when the white wings of death scatter your days.Ay, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God.

But let there be spaces in your togetherness,And let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another, but make not a bond of love:Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.

Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup.Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loafSing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone,Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.

Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping.For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.And stand together yet not too near together:For the pillars of the temple stand apart,And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow.

A favorite "Journey" poem from a favorite poet

The Journey

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice--
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do--
determined to save
the only life you could save.
-- Mary Oliver

Send or post one of your favorites! They can be lyrics to a song!

Playing For Change

Please see the current music video from "Playing for Change" at the bottom of this page. It is a movement. Enjoy!

"Playing for Change" is a multimedia movement created to inspire, connect, and bring peace to the world through music. The idea for this project arose from a common belief that music has the power to break down boundaries and overcome distances between people. No matter whether people come from different geographic, political, economic, spiritual or ideological backgrounds, music has the universal power to transcend and unite us as one human race. And with this truth firmly fixed in our minds, we set out to share it with the world

Fall in Love

“Nothing is more practical than finding God, that is, than falling in a love in a quite absolute, final way. What you are in love with, what seizes your imagination will affect everything. It will decide what will get you out of bed in the mornings, what you will do with your evenings, how you spend your weekends, what you read, who you know, what breaks your heart, and what amazes you with joy and gratitude. Fall in love, stay in love, and it will decide everything.” --- Pedro Arrupe SJ

Saturday, August 30, 2025

Humble Contemplation and the Art of Ageing

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