The midlife peace that’s possible is actually quite staggering

closeup photo of reading glasses
Things have become so much clearer in the past 15 years

 

The midlife peace that’s possible is actually quite staggering. Literally embarrassed to talk about it. But writing helps.

If you regularly write, you know this.

If you’ve overcome addiction, you know this.

If you honor your body and take care of it well, you know this.

If you’ve become more concerned with your work as art versus status, you know this.

If you’ve come to gripes with your mortality in an inspiring way, enabling you to live each day with conscious purpose, you know this.

If you know that it truly is in the giving that we receive, you know this.

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Say it with me, the clock is always ticking

From last night’s ABC Evening News…

 

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Steve Gleason, famous New Orleans Saints blocked Super Bowl punt and Father with ALS
Steve Gleason, famous New Orleans Saints blocked Super Bowl punt and Father with ALS

 

Say it with me, the clock is always ticking. So the Father in this photo montage was the New Orleans Saints’ player who blocked the punt that allowed them to when the Super Bowl.

Then he got ALS (Lou Gehrig’s disease).

Then he set out to capture all the wisdom he wants his baby boy to know.

That’s because odds are high he won’t be around as his boy grows up.

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PS. In a few hours, Mike’s funeral Celebration of Life begins. And expecting later today to hear details on David Gates’ funeral – we grew up living across the street from each other. Mike 46, David, 51.

 

If we lived life unafraid of death, what would change?

Dr Jorge Florin Health Central Hospital photo
I knew right away Dr Jorge Florin is passionate about life

 

If we lived life unafraid of death, what would change?

Why be nervous this morning as we head to Health Central and Dr Jorge Florin’s surgical team?

Guessing it’s something hard to articulate. And very unlikely to happen. The worse case scenario.

It happens. Rarely. But it does.

The fear that people – anywhere, at anytime – let their guard down and aren’t at their very best.

Otherwise, it should be an amazing experience.

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Guest Blogger Lorie Sheffer: Down and dirty

Freezer containers of homemade vegetables
Home grown or locally grown in Summer, and frozen for winter use

 

Getting down and dirty is good for the soul. By “down and dirty”, I mean digging in the dirt. A quick Internet search will turn up hundreds of articles on the therapeutic benefits of gardening. Be it flowers or be it edibles, the act of planting, nurturing and harvesting is not only good physical exercise, but also an excellent way to relieve stress.

I grew up with a garden large enough for a plow. Now there’s only space for a relatively small garden. Raised beds meant no digging up the yard, and no fear of accidentally cutting underground power lines. Large planters on the deck look beautiful when they hold herbs, and provide a constant fresh supply that can later be dried and used all through the winter months. What I was unable to grow, I purchased in season at my local farmer’s market. Buying local lets us know exactly where our food came from, it reduces the carbon footprint and it helps support our local farmers. Win, win, and win!

With autumn closing in, I have an amazing assortment of home canned jams and jellies. I’ve canned my own salsa and stewed tomatoes as well. The freezer is filled with green beans, corn, and applesauce. I’ve also used peels and ends, and even corncobs, to simmer into home made stock. The spice cupboard is filled with home dried herbs. Yes, it took some work, but the rewards far outweigh the effort. The taste is surprisingly superior, and in the cold gray months, will bring back a bit of summer.

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Maybe tomorrow I’ll have the courage, and diplomacy, to share this

blurry selfie picture
wasn’t fully awake when I read the email

 

Dear Boomers (and Dear Son), less than an hour ago, read a devastating email from a friend.

Her husband unexpectedly passed away yesterday.

The woman who’s Family attended our Son’s birthday parties for the past decade, and vice versa. Who’s age is near ours.

Mike’s funeral is tomorrow.

Completely blindsided would be the understatement of the decade.

The five blogs I write everyday revolve around the notion that aging is a privilege, not a guarantee.

We can embrace life, and death, as magnificent gifts from a loving Creator, and live our days with joy, passion, and deep, deep gratitude.

So grateful to have known Mike for more than a decade.

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