Imagine

Imagine living on Mars or a moon of Jupiter. The conversation around moving out into the solar system has always been a lively one. Would you go? By choice? By necessity? We’re quickly making our own planet inhospitable to human life. Do you suppose we can pollute and corrupt our entire solar system before we become extinct as a species?

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Tangled

They were tangled, those neurons, those synapses. I tried every day to teach them to rearrange and retangle into some semblance of ukulele player. The eyes, the nerves, the muscles, the practice – finally it began to click, to happen automatically, habitually. Whew. Neurons are tough customers.

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Hate

I hate how hard it is to get up out of a chair. I hate how hard it is to walk long enough to buy groceries. Those are just physical things that life gives you as a gift of aging. I don’t hate transgender women who might want to enter the women’s bathroom at the same time as me. That kind of hate is vicious fear mongering harmful to everyone.

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The Written Word

I used to be enamored with the beauty of the written word. As I’ve grown older I’ve come to appreciate the beauty of clear meaning. The beauty of a well-told story no matter how beautiful the writing. I think it has to do with my attention span growing shorter.

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Arithmetic

The run up to the nominating conventions for the presidential candidates is all arithmetic. Delegates must add up to the proper numbers or the nomination isn’t there. Enthusiastic voters, popular votes, none  of that matters if the arithmetic isn’t there. American electoral rules are strange, indeed.

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Personal

Traffic isn’t personal. Yet we develop road rage because we take it personally. It isn’t about us, but we make it about us. There should be Burma Shave type signs along the roadways that remind us that traffic isn’t personal.

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Joy

It’s a simple joy, yet profound. It makes me smile with pleasure at just the knowing. All the stretching and grunting and shuffling needed to move beyond it still wait. The night is passed with its troubling dreams. And here it is, morning. Morning when I wake up to one more day. And I smile.

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Play

Play is a good way to rest your brain. I don’t think our brains get enough rest these days. Too much information, too many images, too many screens. We need to find more ways to play and rest our minds and reduce our stress. I’m going out to play right now, how about you?

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Elders Rock

I’ve been accumulating images of elders who I think rock in a Pinterest board. I’m just getting started with this project, but it occurs to me that my grandmother rocked. She was self-supporting at a time when women didn’t work, she worked hard at a job of her own devising, and she was plain awesome. Here’s to you, Grandma!