In the last few days, a trio of musicians have passed away. They say these things happen in threes, and there you go. Jimmy Buffett, Steve Harwell from Smash Mouth and Gary Wright all passed away within a couple of days of each other. Each is a part of our soundtrack in their own way,…
This is the bright homein which I live,this is whereI askmy friendsto come,this is where I wantto love all the thingsit has taken me so longto learn to love.— David Whyte, The House of Belonging The house is full more frequently now. Filled with pets and friends and memories. The nest is empty and yet…
So easily forgotten are the most important thingsLike the melody and the moonlight in your eyesAnd a song that lasts forever, keeps on gettin’ betterAll the time— Keb’ Mo, Life Is Beautiful Walking a lot of miles lately, I’ve come to see the town I live in at ground level, turning corners into places I…
Lately, my personal quest to stack memories seems to be paying off. Scheduled experiences this year have been notable and surely memorable, but so too have the family cookouts, early morning plunges into the pool and evenings throwing axes or on a lake with friends. These are things we ought to do more often, we…
The forest is dead quiet in the early morning hours when you walk out into it. At least until the creatures assess you and, seeing no imminent threat, go back about their business. It’s akin to going to a cocktail party and either working the room as the life of the party or receding back…
“The business of life is the acquisition of memories. In the end that’s all there is.” — Mr. Carson of Downton Abbey “You retire on your memories. When you’re too frail to do much of anything else, you can still look back on the life you’ve lived and experience immense pride, joy, and the bittersweet…
Oh, I am a lonely painterI live in a box of paintsI’m frightened by the devilAnd I’m drawn to those ones that ain’t afraidI remember that time you told meYou said, “Love is touching souls”Surely you touched mine‘Cause part of you pours out of meIn these lines from time to time— Joni Mitchell, A Case…
“To move forward clinging to the past is like dragging a ball and chain. The prisoner is not the one who has committed a crime, but the one who clings to his crime and lives it over and over. We are all guilty of crime, the great crime of not living life to the full….
“Why be saddled with this thing called life expectancy? Of what relevance to an individual is such a statistic? Am I to concern myself with an allotment of days I never had and was never promised? Must I check off each day of my life as if I am subtracting from this imaginary hoard? No,…
We shall not cease from explorationAnd the end of all our exploringWill be to arrive where we startedAnd know the place for the first time.Through the unknown, unremembered gateWhen the last of earth left to discoverIs that which was the beginning;At the source of the longest riverThe voice of the hidden waterfallAnd the children in…