and getting hugs
I’m doing good and getting hugs. Who would want to quit that?
:- Doug.
Deeper mysteries await; no, pull at us
In age they beckon us daily
Fog to ignore or explore, either unknowing
The end of all our spiraling
Brings our true selves, home, relatives:
Maybe; or simply life as it grows on
And we are called
:- Doug.
I might be doing powers of attorney so Don can handle Mary’s banking and doctoring; I might be working with them through rearranging assets and gathering proofs so Mary can get relief from that six-times-their-income nursing home bill; I might work with their doctors, nurses, and hospices to get the end of life they picture.
:- Doug.
Reflection Conversation on Caring Better: can we have?
:- Doug.
Ask folks over, enkindle, evoke, stir, invite! Find things they love doing. Look for folks who speak and write for others. Look for folks who are reflective. Find hooks. Find fishers.
:- Doug.
A disease of the eyes is afoot among us. We see all those other people as things standing in our way.
:- Doug.
A fully packed Nothing
comes to the Great Ones of our tribe
That is, to each of us paying attention
:- Doug.
The old-old are going through something we will need to know as we grow older than they.
:- Doug.
What bravery have old-old people shown you? Such as facing oncoming losses?
:- Doug.
Needing each other age
is our old-old age
and every other age
had we eyes
:- Doug.
Do we befriend our insights
visiting them now and again
recording our wisdom
thinking about and extending
mates in the art of play?
:- Doug.