I'm so glad I have friends who give hugs!!
A funny baby bird thing in clay (my art)
Sunday, March 15, 2026
Internet sourced critters
Saturday, March 14, 2026
Going somewhere
You recently saw some of the efforts of my son, Russ, in packing my pottery for a move that may happen in a few months.
Friends came over to winnow through dishes, serving items, baking things, clothing, linens etc. this week. The thrift store will have lots of old stuff coming its way soon. Of course I'll still have all I need for daily living, as well as furniture, about half of which won't be going with me.
In order to go somewhere with a drier climate and less triggers for my coughs from Bronchiectasis, I plan to move out to the southwest corner of Colorado this summer, when an apartment comes available. It's also closer to my youngest son's home.
My plans depend on so many things that are out of my control.
Unknown photographer of Blue Ridge Parkway view.
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So I'm hoping to be going somewhere, but much can happen between now and then.
But having my heart stress test Friday this week, as well as talking with my pulmonologist, has given me some changes in my breathing needs. We shall see how this affects my plans. The best laid plans of mice and men....and Barbara too!
Sharing with Sepia Saturday this week!
Friday, March 13, 2026
Look to the skies
Monument Valley, Utah. This is close to where I want to move in Southwest Colorado next summer.
Near where I used to live, St. Petersburg, FL
The most fundamental law is to recognise that we share the planet with other beings, and that we have a duty to care for our common home. |
VANDANA SHIVA |
Thursday, March 12, 2026
The end of false spring
Sometime today a cold front will arrive and there will be frost by Friday morning!
But the other day on the way home from lunch at the Senior Center, I slowed enough to capture a few of the early blossoms.
And the Bradford Pear greeted me as I swung into my own driveway.
Though the sun is playing hide and seek with possible showers (none have appeared yet) I saw these lovely little blueish purple goodies...not violets I think, but...?
Oscar Wilde was right, “It is what you read when you don’t have to that determines what you will be when you can’t help it.”
Wednesday, March 11, 2026
Face and shadows to start
A self-portrait by my son, Tai Rogers. He's now a high school art teacher, a challenge for which he's quite capable. But the logistics are somewhat daunting as he begins this new avenue of endeavor.
By Susan Seddon Boulet
Thanks for all the positive feedback about the divine feminine and Women's Day last Sunday. It really touched my heart. Especially since I heard that day of two deaths of dear ones, one a sweet pet, the other a husband of a blogger. There are now empty spaces in my friends' lives. And it reminds me how easily we can lose one another. Give out some hugs today!
Yes the Bradford Pear is beginning to blossom. Will we have more freezing weather? Due Thursday night this week!
Wandering around to say hi, or taking a seat and catching up with others, the group of seniors was so happy to be together again!
More signs of spring, green leaves appearing on a bush.
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Life
gifts me with breath.
All i have to do is allow it in.
I have been holding my breath long enough,
afraid of life itself...
Tuesday, March 10, 2026
Elderhood - not a disease!
From FB page "The Book Therapist"
Elderhood - Redefining Aging, Transforming Medicine, Reimagining Life, by Louise Aronson
A 92-year-old man sits in a paper gown while a physician half his age frowns at a lab report. His cholesterol is “concerning.”
This is a man who survived the Great Depression. Who buried a wife he loved for sixty years. Who still plays chess on Thursdays and wins often enough to keep his grandson humble. His hands shake a little when he buttons his shirt, but they have held babies, built shelves, signed mortgages, and written condolence notes.
And here we are, talking about numbers. About whether shaving a few points off a lab value might add six months to a life already heavy with ninety-two years. Six months.
That tension is the heartbeat of Elderhood. Louise Aronson writes like someone who has sat at the bedside and felt the absurdity of it all. As a geriatrician at UCSF, she moves between hospital rooms, research studies, and the slow unraveling of her own father’s aging body. What she uncovers is uncomfortable: we have built a medical system and a culture that treats aging as a problem to solve rather than a stage of life to inhabit.
We don’t have a language for elderhood. We have pediatrics for children. We have adulthood for everyone in between. And then, somehow, we pretend the last thirty years are just a malfunction. Aronson refuses that lie.
1. An 80-Year-Old Isn’t a Broken 40-Year-Old
One of the most radical ideas in the book is also the simplest: old bodies are not defective young ones. They are different bodies, with different rhythms and priorities. We don’t call childhood “pre-adulthood failure.” We recognize it as its own season.
Why can’t we do the same for the last act? An elder body isn’t failing at youth. It’s succeeding at longevity. That shift in perspective changes everything. Instead of asking how to drag an 85-year-old back toward 45, we might ask: what does thriving look like at 85? What matters now? What feels meaningful?
2. We Keep Intervening Because We Can
Some of the hardest pages to read are the ones set in ICU rooms. A 94-year-old woman is intubated. Restrained. Cut open. “Stabilized.” She had already said she was tired. Ready. But her words dissolve under fluorescent lights and beeping monitors. No one can hear her over the machinery of hope.
Don't forget that Aronson isn’t anti-medicine. She’s a doctor. She believes in intervention when it serves a person’s life. What she questions is our inability to let go. We escalate treatment not always because it helps, but because stopping feels like surrender.
The tragedy isn’t death. The tragedy is forcing people to endure suffering in the name of longevity when what they want is dignity. Sometimes the most compassionate act is not to add days to life, but to add life to days.
3. The Happiness Curve No One Talks About
This truth unsettled me: older adults, on average, report higher life satisfaction than middle-aged ones. Despite arthritis. Despite loss. Despite thinner skin and slower steps. There’s something that happens when you’ve lived long enough to see cycles repeat. The urgency softens. The need to prove yourself thins out. Perspective expands. Many elders describe a freedom I rarely hear in forty-year-olds.
But we don’t see this because we’ve decided aging is only about decline. We frame it as erosion. And when you expect nothing but loss, you stop building spaces for joy. It becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy. Meanwhile, elders keep telling us they’re okay. Sometimes even better than okay. And we keep not believing them.
It’s tempting to read Elderhood as a book about “them.” About nursing homes and Medicare and gray hair. It’s not.
If you are lucky, you will age. This is not a warning, it’s a promise. You will wake up one day and realize you are no longer the center of the cultural story. Your joints will creak. Technology will outpace you. People will speak over you as if you’ve already begun to fade.
The world we’re building for elders now is the world we are walking toward. That 92-year-old man with the “problematic” cholesterol isn’t broken. We are. He’s reached a stage of life we barely understand and rarely honor.
The problem is our refusal to see that the last third of life is not a decline from relevance. It’s a different kind of becoming. And unless we change how we think about it, we are all designing a future that will one day discard us.
The question isn’t how to avoid aging. The question is whether we’re brave enough to imagine it differently.
BOOK: https://amzn.to/4u0J12G
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From FB page "Books."
We read Louise Aronson's "Elderhood" while sitting beside my grandmother's hospital bed, watching her try to explain to yet another young doctor that she wasn't confused, just tired of being treated like her eight decades of living had taught her nothing. Aronson's words felt like having an advocate in the room, someone who understood that aging isn't a disease to be cured but a profound human experience we've somehow decided to deny and dread.
As a geriatrician and writer, Aronson doesn't just observe elderhood from the outside; she inhabits it with both clinical expertise and startling vulnerability. Her book became a mirror we didn't know we needed, showing us how our culture's obsession with youth has blinded us to the wisdom, complexity, and yes, beauty of growing older:
1. We're All Practicing for Elderhood
Aronson's most unsettling insight is how our youth-obsessed culture teaches us to fear our future selves. Every anti-aging cream, every joke about senior moments, every assumption that older means lesser, we're essentially training ourselves to hate who we're becoming. She shows how this self-directed ageism doesn't just hurt older people; it wounds us all by making us afraid of our own inevitable journey through time.
2. Medicine Has Abandoned Its Elders
The clinical stories Aronson shares broke my heart and opened my eyes. She reveals how medical training focuses almost exclusively on fixing and curing, leaving doctors unprepared for the nuanced care that elderhood requires. When she describes watching colleagues dismiss elderly patients' concerns or over-medicate normal aging processes, you feel the profound loneliness of being misunderstood by the very people meant to help you heal.
3. Elderhood Has Its Own Seasons
Perhaps the most beautiful revelation is how Aronson maps the landscape of later life, showing it's not one long decline but a series of seasons, each with its own gifts and challenges. She writes about the wisdom that comes from having lived through multiple cycles of joy and loss, the freedom that can emerge when you stop caring what others think, the deep relationships possible when pretense falls away. Her elderhood isn't about diminishment; it's about distillation.
4. The Stories We Tell Matter
Aronson challenges every narrative we've absorbed about aging. She shows how our language around elderhood is soaked in decline and deficit, how we describe older people as "still" doing things, as if their continued existence is surprising. Her reframing is revolutionary: what if we saw aging not as falling apart but as becoming more fully ourselves? What if we honored the courage it takes to keep growing when your body is slowing down?
5. Community Becomes Everything
The most touching parts of the book explore how relationships deepen and shift in elderhood. Aronson shows how older adults often become masters of what truly matters, shedding superficial connections to focus on love that sustains. She writes about friendships forged in waiting rooms, families redefined by caregiving, and the profound intimacy possible when people stop performing and start simply being present with each other.
Most importantly, this book reminded me that we're all aging from the moment we're born, and every day we get to choose whether we'll approach that process with fear or with grace. Aronson chose grace, and in reading her words, I found the courage to do the same.
GET BOOK: https://amzn.to/4aVQ83S
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Just saying...I'm going to check it out!
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by Fine Art Photograph Mathilde Oscar
If you restore balance in your own self, you will be contributing immensely to the healing of the world. |
DEEPAK CHOPRA ———————————— I’Ve been waking early and reading blogs -then returning to sleep a few more hours…so glad to see what’s been posted in the wee hours! |
Monday, March 9, 2026
The packing process starts
An organization stated that it's ..." core mission - to be good neighbors, good stewards, good ancestors."
I want to belong to places like that!
Just because it’s my creation. Doesn’t mean I need to keep it forever…nor have it possibly outlive me. Thus the shards of many pots go to the dump!
Our reward for dealing with all the dust that had accumulated on the pottery, and the shelves, and the curtains! - Ole’s Guacamole for shrimp tacos for me! Southwest tacos for Russ. Since he's planning a vacation in Mexico soon, he practiced his Spanish, what would southwest be? Ah, we had to look it up, suroeste!
Yes, we sat by Flat Creek, gurgling away between us and the Motel 8.
I’m proud to say I’ve only a couple of dings in my flesh so far, from jamming fingers and arms against edges of boxes. This is the cost of having a body which is much older than my thoughts.
Unfortunately Delta Airlines cancelled his flight around noon Sunday, and they cancelled all the other flights from Asheville to Atlanta that day, so he stayed to keep working until Monday noon! My benefit, but who knows what happened to Delta? Nobody so far has said a thing. They were delaying flights into and out of Atlanta due to thunderstorms on Friday when he originally was scheduled from Ohio...it's all up in the air. Ha ha ha. But I want to trust the airline that carries my dear one through the air!
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Are you living life in a way that it will come to a natural end with you in harmony with your inner world and in harmony with the beauty that surrounds? If not, what steps do you need to take?
Heron Dance Journalist, Rod MacIver
Sunday, March 8, 2026
International Women's Day
How do you celebrate the efforts of half of the population? And the incredible history of womanhood to make life better for themselves and the whole world?
Party!
Remember!
Post a few wonderful photos accumulated through time of women!
by Susan Sedon Boulet
Energy cannot be destroyed, but it can be changed and transformed.
Fight for the things that you care about, but do it in a way that will lead others to join you. |
RUTH BADER GINSBURG |
Virginie Demont - Into the Water! 1898.
Eco-feminist Joanna Macy
by Sally Hewett, U.K. Ectomy, 2017.
The efforts of thousands, through many lifetimes, to get equal voting rights.
What happens to one happens to us all. We can starve together or feast together. |
ROBIN WALL KIMMERER |
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