The decision to watch the sunset was made at home, thirty-five minutes before the sun officially dipped below the horizon. Such is the advantage – even with mini adventures – of keeping the broad strokes familiar. The ocean offers sufficient…
Figuring it out
A Parkinson’s disease (PD) diagnosis is life-changing, and feeling sorry for yourself is natural. However, playing the victim is not a good place to linger if you want to be around for the long run. It took me eight years…
Doubling down on kindnesss
While waiting in line at the post office yesterday, the distinctive banter of relaxation beyond boredom danced in my ears. “Hey Bernie,” a young woman, the only person working the front counter, called to her coworker in the back sorting…
View from the shadows.
The heat of the June sun is in perfect harmony with the gusty wind, forming the perfect bond between two of nature’s most primal forces. This enhances the illusion of greater meaning in man’s imagined machinations. Days like this usually…
Powerful words.
Yesterday, with the welcome surprise of a burst of creative energy, I went grocery shopping. Unabashedly wearing my tell of a giant dopey smile, I started off in the produce section, my shuffling gait drawing the gaze of curious onlookers.…
The authenticity of being
To be one’s authentic self, one first needs to appreciate the joyful consequence of simply being, shedding all important sounding concepts, represented in our language by words such as “meaning” and “purpose,” words that mislead the thinking mind’s egoic self,…
The Surreal thing
January 2, 2024 It is surreal to consider that it was just one year ago I started my Parkinson’s comeback. Much has changed in the past 12 months as my Parkinson’s “progressed,” a word ordinarily reserved for positive characterizations. Although…
2023’s final sun.
December 31, 2033 It is odd – according to common thinking – that as each year gets more difficult for me, my happiness and sense of contentment proportionately grow greater as well. There are many reasons for this, but I…
Twighlight
12/25/2023 Christmas Like most people, my wife and I have spent much of our 32-year marriage too busy to notice time slip away. One clear morning, we woke up as sixty-year-olds, with used-to-be kids living much as we had when…
The next hill
December 4, 2023 When I go hiking or just a walk around the neighborhood, I rarely think about traversing the hill at the end. There is nothing to gain by ruminating about how it will be painful and prolonged. Instead,…