FEAR OF TRANSFORMATION
Sometimes I feel that my life is a series of trapeze swings. I’m either hanging on to a trapeze bar swinging along or, for a few moments in my life, I’m hurtling across space in between trapeze bars.… Read the rest
FEAR OF TRANSFORMATION
Sometimes I feel that my life is a series of trapeze swings. I’m either hanging on to a trapeze bar swinging along or, for a few moments in my life, I’m hurtling across space in between trapeze bars.… Read the rest
In the words of T.S. Eliot:
…In order to arrive at what you do not know
You must go by a way which is the way of ignorance.
In order to possess what you do not possess
You must go by the way of dispossession.… Read the rest
I’m writing a talk today about Ageing and started to do some Internet research about how other people view the passing of their years. I came across this blog post and while I hardly see the author as ‘old’ – (must be the place I’m looking from!)… Read the rest
When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in North
Platte, Nebraska, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.
Later, when the nurses were going through his meager possessions, they
found this poem.… Read the rest