Spirit

For those of us who have retired (some for the second time) and are on a fixed income, the present economy can be stressful to the psyche and the checkbook. Not just to the retired, it can be stressful for everyone. I’ve read comments from others on various discussion groups about aging.  There are those

Each time I approach the blog classification of Spirit, I ask myself what applies to this category?  Where is spirit located in my life? How does it support the “three-legged stool,” to borrow a phrase, of my life plan – mind, body, and spirit. Spirit is amorphous; it is a little woo-woo in some respects.

Pets bring love, companionship, and a sense of purpose as we age. A personal reflection on dogs, letting go, and a short poem about a walk with my old boxer, Roxy.

A fall afternoon spent making apple butter with a ninety-three-year-old neighbor becomes a quiet lesson in how to keep living fully through loss and aging.

After a couple of references to Christianity in previous posts, I thought it only fair to share what I mean by Spirit in this blog and explore my own background and current attitude toward spirituality. I grew up in the deep south, and I have a lot of memories of going to church, of ministers

“Have a Blessed Day!”  “I am so grateful.”                When I was younger, I thought these phrases were a kind of affectation, an expression of spiritual superiority.  Maybe in some cases it was and is, but not much is binary and those things that are; well, they’re not very good for the human condition.  To