Feeds:
Posts
Comments

Posts Tagged ‘blog’

MISSING MY PEOPLE

This has to sound oh, so silly, but when I miss a week posting something on my blog, I feel that I’ve let you all down.  It’s true; I actually feel that whatever I am led to write, could be important to someone, if only to one someone, to get a glimpse of their own future because none of us is going to escape old age–alive.

I’ve been thinking about what is probably the very worst part of getting old.   I think it’s only fair for me to pass that one on to you, my people.  And, of course, no matter what I say, you’re going to totally ignore it and do exactly what I’ve done, what we all do.

You’re going keep on doing what you’ve always done, and keep on believing what you’ve always believed, until sudddenly, with no warning whatsoever, one day you start to do something you’ve done thousands of times and find that you can’t do it anymore. 

The only thing that has changed is your body.  Your senses alternate between failing and painfully over-sensitive. Your balance is a little askew.  You think it’s remarkable when you watch other people playing tennis,  football, dancing, heck, running, or just walking briskly.   

The ole body doesn’t feel that different, but it surely is different because there’s not enough energy wherever we store energy, to keep it doing what we direct it to do anymore.

 What we have to learn from that is this:  It’s OK.  Youth is youth, with all its folly.  Maturity is security.   That entitles an elder person to smile.  Smile at life; smile at others lack of understanding or  their lack of caring; smile at yourself.  You’re still around for a reason.

Advertisements

Read Full Post »

I would give almost anything  to think differently than I do about the castrophy that’s happening in the Gulf of Mexico. I would give even more to see some indication that they are actually trying to seal off that gushing oil flow; to stop it from pumping millions of gallons of oil out of the bowels of the Earth. 

But, from a layman’s point of view, it does  look as if maybe they’re trying to salvage that oil instead, not trying to stop the flow or to give it back to the Earth, but to reclaim it for BP.

In other words, it looks as if the highest priority must be to save the oil, not the planet; to recapture that oil somehow; to not let it get away. I hate that I think this way.

But we’re living in a whole new world now. Many of mankind’s most admirable qualities are disolving before our eyes. And maybe as a result we’re all a little paranoid.

The whole purpose of this blog is to selectively share with any person who is getting older, and I know there are many of you, some of the things you can expect to happen sooner or later because you’re growing older. Aging is a post-graduate course in Patience. It has advantages you may never have dreamed of.

Unless I am open and honest with you there is no purpose at all behind these posts. So, that’s what you’re getting this time … some of the cynical thoughts that I entertain as I sometimes subject myself to TV newscasts.

So, as in most other world events, the highest priority in the oil spill mess is m-o-n-e-y! This will all end when somebody figures out a way to get rich from fixing it. And they will.

Read Full Post »

I was pretty surprised just now. I made an impulsive and brutally honest reply to a post that made it to the WordPress homepage, and my comment on that piece  appears to have been intercepted. Could that be?

Is there some kind of “big brother” who oversees your comment on a blog you’ve just read?  And if you’ve expressed a gut-level (soul level), negative response, (such as that you’re offended by the use of the f-word) are you supposed to tuck your tail and back away?

Sure, I know that blog comments are subject to editing and I understand why they have to be and I approve of that practice. Still, I sincerely hope that at least the blogger who offended me, had a chance to read my comment.

I’m not denying anybody their right to say whatever they need to say.  But I represent a few people, mostly elders, I suppose, who are offended by blatant disrespect for God’s sacred gift to man, sexual union.

And don’t lie to yourself and think that it “doesn’t mean that anymore.” That most POWERFUL word never has and never can mean anything other than what it says.

It’s angry, sick, demeaning and should be expected only on sidewalks and public restroom walls where it used to shock decent people when I was a kid. It can never be justified or cute or clever or lifted up. It cannot be other than what it is: sacrilegious.

I’m sorry for those who have to use that word to express themselves. I appreciate people not using it in my home. There has never been a movie, a show, a relationship, or a life, or a blog, that has been improved by use of the f-word.

Read Full Post »