Coping
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Rediscovering Wisdom and Serenity
Stanley Ma Hang Park, Hong Kong “What is the meaning of life? That was all-a simple question; one that tended to close in on one with years, the great revelation had never come. The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead there were daily little miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark…” To the…
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Expectations
Expect the unexpected. Oscar Wilde A row of Locusts line the avenue in front of our condo. They are quite large and produce a number of bright green leaves every spring. Until this year, when the tree directly in front of our window displayed several bare branches. While all the trees surrounding it showcase an…
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Searching for Truth
Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake. Wallace Stevens My process for writing my blog post each week is always the same. I approach it as though I were a journalist. On Wednesday, I write a rough draft and the next day I polish it and post it by the Thursday deadline.…
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Grace
Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell. Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace, Yet Grace must still look so. Macbeth, William Shakespeare How things appear and how they actually are can vary greatly. During a recent luncheon, the subject of my blog came up. When I offered the title, the…
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Moments
Life isn’t a matter of milestones, but of moments. Rose Kennedy I have always been a Jackie Kennedy fan and I still have a collection of books about her dating back to the 1970’s. I admire her intelligence, grace and style. Like all of us she was flawed and that made me like her even more.…
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One of Those Days
But I am very poorly today & very stupid & I hate everybody and everything. One lives only to make blunders Charles Darwin Looking through my photos to choose something for today’s blog, this bear seemed to best typify my mood. Darwin might sympathize. It’s encouraging to know even he had challenging times. My day…
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The Times of Your Life
I grabbed a pile of dust, and holding it up, foolishly asked for as many birthdays as the grains of dust, I forgot to ask that they be years of youth. Ovid I heard this quote from, Metamorphoses by Ovid last week and I have been thinking about it ever since. My twenties were some…
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What’s Past
The past is never dead. It’s not even past William Faulkner This is one of my favorite photos. I took it, several years ago, during a walk through the fall foliage. I am mesmerized by the glimpse of what lies beneath the fallen leaves. What is past still remains just below the surface. It is…
Aging with Grace 