Oh, my. That photo of you in Santa Barbara. For a moment I'm there, transported by a photograph. There was torrential rain. We hopped a ride on a bumper of a passing car just to cross the street for surely we would have been swept away. No sun on our backs that day.
Good thing we're not Groundhogs, scuttling back in our burrows upon finding the sun on their backs. We brave the shadows before us, the sun gives proof of our connection to what is.
-Michael-
Traveling east from Doha twice denied I turned back west. After two more wonderful days in Doha, Lisbon is my current delight. Oh, I could live here.
Thanks for the story on Wyeth and the personal share Jeff. It pains me to know of your hardship with Parkinson’s but thanks. I will surely call upon your take on everything when my life inevitably and pushes unwelcome surprises on me in the coming years. Until those days, I will look for fearlessness as both motivation and antidote and forward to another day of hiking and biking with you! Great read and a greater job. Thx.
I appreciate the fearless honesty of this piece--the risks without trepidation. Wishing you all the dopamine-sparking joy and beauty to help you through the hard times, the anxiety and limitations, and all the love and care that may come your way when you express the kind of truth you'd rather keep shadowed.
Jeffji, it's so good to read your work. You are so clear sighted, so even - keeled - even if your gait isn't. It's a pleasure, a great learning for me as a writer to read you, brother. Thank you,
Jeff, you're a great writer. I miss running into you when I went about my little life in Oakland. And at Joan's parties! I hope our paths cross again soon!
This post sends me contemplating about life itself and the juxtopositions that our linear lifespan is made of. We spend our young years gathering and holding. Somewhere in our middle years, we discard the extraneous. After a few decades, we hold on only to the precious people and intangible things we've chosen to treasure. In our later years, the slow but steady creep of loss becomes a familiar part of life and demands that we conjure the strongest inner strength we may ever have needed, time and time again. How do we bear our losses with grace in the present moment and with fortitude as we look to the future, even as we know that with time, comes loss. This post is one example.
Holding two opposing ideas at the same time… it seems these times are rich with that kind of catalyst… you’ve harnessed it here in your writing, Jeffji! Thank you for your insight and wisdom! Namaste! Marigold
It's nice to catch up with you again in this way, Jeff. How beautifully you've written about the sunlight and shadows of life... Wishing you well from a distance.
Oh, my. That photo of you in Santa Barbara. For a moment I'm there, transported by a photograph. There was torrential rain. We hopped a ride on a bumper of a passing car just to cross the street for surely we would have been swept away. No sun on our backs that day.
Good thing we're not Groundhogs, scuttling back in our burrows upon finding the sun on their backs. We brave the shadows before us, the sun gives proof of our connection to what is.
-Michael-
Traveling east from Doha twice denied I turned back west. After two more wonderful days in Doha, Lisbon is my current delight. Oh, I could live here.
Thanks for the story on Wyeth and the personal share Jeff. It pains me to know of your hardship with Parkinson’s but thanks. I will surely call upon your take on everything when my life inevitably and pushes unwelcome surprises on me in the coming years. Until those days, I will look for fearlessness as both motivation and antidote and forward to another day of hiking and biking with you! Great read and a greater job. Thx.
I loved this post, Jeff. Interesting. Profound.
Thank you. It spiced up my Sunday morning.
Thank you so much, Maxine!
I appreciate the fearless honesty of this piece--the risks without trepidation. Wishing you all the dopamine-sparking joy and beauty to help you through the hard times, the anxiety and limitations, and all the love and care that may come your way when you express the kind of truth you'd rather keep shadowed.
Jeffji, it's so good to read your work. You are so clear sighted, so even - keeled - even if your gait isn't. It's a pleasure, a great learning for me as a writer to read you, brother. Thank you,
Jeff, you're a great writer. I miss running into you when I went about my little life in Oakland. And at Joan's parties! I hope our paths cross again soon!
Thanks so much , Susie! It buoys my spirits to know you're out reading these.
I love the way you tie everything together. Such an interesting post. Keep up the good work. such insight into Andrew Wyeth's work !
This post sends me contemplating about life itself and the juxtopositions that our linear lifespan is made of. We spend our young years gathering and holding. Somewhere in our middle years, we discard the extraneous. After a few decades, we hold on only to the precious people and intangible things we've chosen to treasure. In our later years, the slow but steady creep of loss becomes a familiar part of life and demands that we conjure the strongest inner strength we may ever have needed, time and time again. How do we bear our losses with grace in the present moment and with fortitude as we look to the future, even as we know that with time, comes loss. This post is one example.
Beautifully stated, Deb, thank you.
Always love your writing, Jeff! Decade after decade...
Holding two opposing ideas at the same time… it seems these times are rich with that kind of catalyst… you’ve harnessed it here in your writing, Jeffji! Thank you for your insight and wisdom! Namaste! Marigold
It's nice to catch up with you again in this way, Jeff. How beautifully you've written about the sunlight and shadows of life... Wishing you well from a distance.