Soldier With Cancer Meets Baby Girl Only Days Before Dying

This speaks for itself….


Soldier With Cancer Meets Baby Girl Only Days Before Dying.


Dying soldier Gary Coleman cradles his miracle newborn daughter, days before passing away.


Beauty and Wisdom

Beauty & Wisdom provided insight into my own future. As I photographed these golden ladies and listened in on their conversations and looked into their eyes, I saw the kind of courage that comes from embracing life fully without expectations, except to be happy and connected to people. Their “take me as I am” attitude has given me permission to age fearlessly with no regrets and reasons to look forward to my own aging process.

via Beauty & Wisdom.

The Taboo Against Trauma | Maria Shriver

There is an unspoken taboo in our society: a taboo against trauma.  We expect normalcy from ourselves and from each other, and when life does not cooperate, when accidents, separation, illness, old age and death intrude, we try to hide from them as much as we can.

If we do react, we hope it is short-lived and we try to keep it private.  We value our routines and grow intolerant if grief intrudes.

Mourning, if it needs to exist at all, should show discretion, we think. We have lives to be lived, after all.  Mourning is messy, unpredictable and unbecoming.  We act as if we would be better off without it.

The problem is that this is totally unrealistic.  Trauma happens to everyone.  Who could be spared?  By denying it, by soldiering on as if it is not happening, we further traumatize ourselves.

via The Taboo Against Trauma | Maria Shriver.

Spiritual Landscape of Aging: A Tragic Loss

[Exploring Life] It is with a heavy heart that I find myself writing about this tragic loss; Andy Blackwell, a vibrant young man of twenty, suddenly and unexpectedly died in an accident. Andy is the son of one of our friends. Although I only had the pleasure meeting Andy on a few occasions, I was immediately impressed by his exuberance and love of life; his spirit was both unique and uncommon. Even though I did not know him as well as I would have liked, I feel compelled to write a tribute to the life Andy Blackwell… [Continue reading…]


New Article – Thresholds: Profound Moments in Life


[Exploring Life] The rhythm of our life is defined by the thresholds of experience that open up along our pathway through time. Thresholds are points of no return; they form passageways between what once was, and what now will be. We all experience life-changing events that unexpectedly alter our trajectory through time. These profound moments in life usually appear unexpectedly, and they always serve to place us in the midst of a new frontier, a terrain that is both unfamiliar and strange to our sensibilities…

Read more via Thresholds: Profound Moments in Life.

A Socioeconomic Critique of Ageing

More on the pressing issue of ageism, the commoditization of life, and false depictions of aging:

The frustrating thing about these kinds of depictions of ageing is that they frame ageing as a choice—a choice we make when we don’t buy the right skin cream or drive the right car. This, in turn, transforms youth into an economic status symbol—a highly valuable and sought-after community, even in markets that are traditionally geared towards older people. This is inevitable, but it’s not necessarily a bad thing. It becomes a bad thing when people operate off of the assumption that those who don’t have access to this commodity (older people) are somehow less valuable than those who do (younger people).

via A Socioeconomic Critique of Ageing.

The Word We Hide

This is an important topic – death and dying are deeply inspiring topics – to hide them is a source of suffering…


No one dies anymore. And no one is dead. Last week, when I wrote about my parents’ deaths, the emails started up. It seems, according to the emails, that “death” and “dead” are no longer politically correct. If you only knew.

No one is born to stay. It’s not a dirty word.  You might prefer “pass,” “pass on,” “go home,” “go to their eternal reward,” or “shuffle off the mortal coil,” but all those things happen after the body dies.

What death is, however, is taboo. We hide it from our children. We pretend it doesn’t exist in our house. We die in hospitals. Death is more taboo than sex in our society, and because death is not as much fun as sex, most people buy into the “let’s not look at it and it will go away,” school of thought.

Several generations ago, children attended their grandparents at their…

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