Bear with me for a moment. I'm about to repeat myself. I apologize in advance. “We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit.” ~ Aristotle (Source: Excellence Is a Habit ) With so much new ground to cover, so many new ideas to voice, so many new images to birth, why, WHY am I doubling back? Why am I repeating myself? I really dislike repeating myself. It was a bit ...
Midlife Blog
Dance, Dance, Dance
Sometimes I can dance for hours with total abandon. A true trance. Processing. Exorcising. Recovering. Advance to trance because it’s remedy. Let it go, feel the flow, fast, then slow. (Source: Dance Trance) Dance can be such a total commitment (or no commitment at all!) and a profoundly visceral and immersive act. It’s a way to wrestle the beast without damaging yourself, without damaging ...
Carpe Mediae Aetatis Revisited
It's time for a reality check. It's time for a tune up. It's time for carpe mediae aetatis revisited, a flashback to the brazenly bad-Latin post in March 2017 in which I dignified that handsome battle cry banner above. Think, “carpe diem”. Now think, “midlife”. Put it together, and the closest literal translation I’ve come up with is “carpe mediae aetatis”. I like this better… Carpe midlife! It ...
Rebranding Midlife: Mid-century Modern
Mid-century modern is the new middle age. Midlife rebranded. Everything old is new again. No. No, don't say that word. Older. Not old. Beth Teitell (@BethTeitell) tackles the pejorative implications of referring to somebody as middle age. Her May 2018 Boston Globe piece, "The new insult: calling someone middle aged...", ponders a less loaded euphemism (epithet?) for our 40-65 gang. One ...
Undulatus Asperatus
The photograph above with mountain ranges and cloud ranges does not illustrate Undulatus Asperatus. Though high in the image, almost directly overhead, there's a hint of the phenomenon. Or perhaps not. Ever since learning about Undulatus Asperatus (and watching the window below) I've been hunting for the pulsing cloud underbelly. The contrasts and textures above belong to the Lake Champlain ...
Recycling TrekEast: Return to Riding
Something about the first Sunday of summer is triggering a retrospective vibe for me. Awoke at 4:30am and started editing poems, and then pivoted to Rosslyn Redux. I'm gobsmacked that we first waded into that adventure a dozen years ago. Twelve years! Is it possible? Where did the years go? My mind drifts to Steinbeck's reflections on taking a trip vs. a trip taking us. (Did you know that there's ...