I've been going through a Stevie Nicks/Fleetwood Mac phase. It was prompted by the book I'm currently reading, a Stevie Nicks biography. The book is no where near the quality of the music I've been listening to on my Fleetwood Mac Pandora station, but I have learned a few new things about one of my … Continue reading Don’t stop thinking about tomorrow
Category: aging
Letting go
Saturday was a big day and I'm not talking about American Pharaoh's upset up in Saratoga. No, it was the first day of my oldest son's adult life - he is officially a college freshman. Yesterday was Drop Off day, which might be better named Jump off a Cliff Day because that's what I felt … Continue reading Letting go
What are you full of?
During last night's mental therapy run, I was thinking about potential and how long it takes for some to accept the challenge and make the effort required to embody their own unrealized possibility. Self actualization - it isn't necessarily an easy thing to accomplish. Change and growth can be scary. There's an inherent risk involved … Continue reading What are you full of?
When weakness is your superpower
It seems to me that people exert power in different ways. Some, control those in their lives by their weakness, manipulating others to do what they need done by demonstrating their own inability to manage life. Maybe they're frequently sick or suffering from some vague, undiagnosable illness forcing prompting their family and friends to constantly attend … Continue reading When weakness is your superpower
For whom the bell chimes
In the quiet of the morning I have the house to myself. The trees sway a bit and occasionally the tremendous wind chimes toll their gorgeous and deep notes. It's peaceful and I find myself, rather than imagining the day's activities, reflecting upon all the years we've been fortunate enough to spend time in this … Continue reading For whom the bell chimes
The sun also rises
Tonight we laughed under a sky filled with shadows and ever changing bands of purple and fuchsia. As the sun set in the west, I waded through the tide to reach the bridge so I could witness (and cheer on) the daredevil feats of 4 boys. It was a magical evening. The wind was wet … Continue reading The sun also rises
Fathers – the ones we have and the ones we don’t
I went to mass the other day. It was in my hometown in the same church where I made my first communion, attended catechism classes and impatiently sat through midnight mass on Christmas Eve eager to only get home and open a single gift, as was our custom. I was there to accompany one of … Continue reading Fathers – the ones we have and the ones we don’t
