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Oh wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here.
There are times when it’s all too much -or perhaps, all too little. Here I am close to the end of my season, and to borrow from Macbeth, ‘My way of life is fallen into the sear, the yellow leaf.’ So what is left? What remains of what I wore in the heat of youth?…
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The Can-Counter
I used to see him Balancing On the road’s narrow shoulder As if it were a tightrope Between two worlds. He was old But carefully dressed, And he wandered Along the thin strip of gravel, Like Age Was all the permission he needed To stare into the ditch Beside him. His hair ruffled With every…
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Your date is better in your pie and porridge than in your cheek
When I was young, everybody except my friends were old. There were gradations of course, but with anybody over 18, I could only guess the number of years they wore. And even then, it was kind of a binary choice: they were either adults, or simply old like, say, my grandparents. Old people were in…
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Yea from the table of my memory, I’ll wipe away all trivial fond records
Sometimes we struggle to understand how others think, but it can be even harder when, despite their history with us, they lose themselves and leave us behind to search for them. And yet, often their world abuts ours in ways we may not have considered. This was a realization that crystallized after reading an essay…
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A Pilgrim’s Process
What is it about a pilgrimage that is so appealing? What makes you want to go, and then, having seen it, having felt it, what makes you want to come back, again and again? Or, perhaps even more mysterious, what makes it sacred? I ask myself this question each year at the end of my…
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Of unpathed waters, and undreamed shores
Borders, boundaries, limits -everywhere I turn there are constraints. Of course some are more penetrable than others: doors can be opened, ladders can be climbed, people can be persuaded. Here and there, are immutable, but perhaps only because neither have actual boundaries -just mental ones: clouds that shift like the horizon as you move… Still,…
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Alone and palely loitering?
Although it seems a lifetime away, I sometimes try to cast my mind back to the thoughts that used to occupy me when I was young; when the world was still magical, and potentially infinite, things were different -or so they seem to me now, as I peer through the shower of my falling leaves.…
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It is not in the stars to hold our destiny, but in ourselves
I’m embarrassed to admit that with truly difficult either/or decisions, I still find myself defaulting to a coin toss. It allows me the luxury of accepting or rejecting the result. To me, that seems fair and impartial; it’s hard to attribute an agenda to the coin. And unlike even well-meaning advice from friends, it neither…
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Is Old Age worth it?
I realize that at my time of life, I should be grateful that I still exist; that there’s a me rather than simply a him -a memory registered however tenuously in those friends who are still able to remember things. Of course, I hasten to add that I am grateful that, so far at any…
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