I am pleased to reprint the beginning of my guest post, published today on Alex Blackwell’s inspiring blog, The BridgeMaker.
“The art of living well and dying well are one.” Epicurus
Living in awareness of our mortality guides us in living life to its fullest. It serves as a compass- pointing us in the right direction, according to each one of our maps.
We need not wait for that illness to strike before we examine our lives.
Watching my favorite morning show while exercising, I saw a segment on this amazing feat
We are born to die. It’s a harsh statement but its truth cannot be questioned.
We are all living on uncharted terrain, rough and rocky and very unstable under our
We press the refresh button on our computer. How much more so do we humans
Something precious and significant is taken from us. A death, an accident, a diagnosis, a
The earth has started its next rotation around the sun and a new year is
Walking along a beautiful nature trail, crunching those fallen golden leaves under our feet, hubby says, “ so what’s your schedule for tomorrow (Monday). A very common question for him.
It all seems to be coming together in some strange way but I’m not sure to what end. Last month I went on a week-long history trip to Poland to
The official holiday season is upon us. A time to be joyful and happy. But for oh so many it’s not quite that glowing a time. In fact, it’s
Going through your regular daily chores of living or dealing specifically with a rough, challenging situation(s) requires you to keep yourself replenished so that you can carry on well, cope
Unless you’re looking at a tombstone, you’re probably not going to notice or certainly not think about the little line between the person’s birth date and death date. And even
Ah, the power of the question to get us thinking, really thinking; to reach a layer of ourselves that perhaps we haven’t yet examined or even thought about. This is
I was like a tourist yesterday going to a landmark I had never been to right in my own backyard; well it was a two hour drive. Franklin Delano Roosevelt’s
My rabbi gave a beautiful sermon this past Saturday in synagogue. He spoke of passion and compassion as being closely tied together; that just by adding ‘com’ to the word