Showing posts with label living. Show all posts
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Busy Living




A young Facebook friend asked me recently, “How u make yourself very busy...??do not u feel like tired or do not u want rest.???"

It is a good question which deserves a full answer.

The easy part of the answer is to remind him that Facebook exaggerates perception. After all, we only post what we want others to see and what we think might be fun. Of course I rest but I don’t always share. Who wants to read a Facebook post that says, “I am taking a nap.” 

Now for the more thoughtful part of the answer.

The bottom line might have something to do with death which will ultimately conquer, but while I am physically able, I nurture growth. When we stop growing, we begin to die. Ultimately death will come, regardless of what I do but I have no desire to sit and wait for the grim reaper to come. As I made clear in my book, 365 Gifts, every day is a gift. I will not refuse this gift. In fact, the best way of honoring it is to accept it fully. 


I guess it comes down to a simple choice, really. Get busy living or get busy dying. ~ Andy,  Shawshank Redemption


However, my answer is not so much about death as it is  about the way I choose to live and what drives me—curiosity, connecting, learning and creating. My life is not about being busy but about being immersed in the business of living. All of these things are woven into the tapestry of my life which is who I am. 

Curiosity is a constant companion that is always whispering in my ear, “What if?” In other words, what are the possibilities that lie ahead? Even if I wanted (and I do not), I cannot stop this voice in my head.

Connecting is part of what defines me. In my Defining Ourselves words and photo project, I defined myself, “I am a child of the universe who lives a rich life of creativity, connections and possibilities.” 

Learning is part of my fabric. It is impossible not to learn when I delve into all the what ifs and the problem solving they invoke. When I was nine, I pulled an old picture frame from a neighbor’s garbage can and asked what if I paint it gold? Will this frame be transformed? When I was in my late 50's, I asked, what if I pursue a doctorate? This experience transformed me. Learning prods my questions, answers and experiences.

To an artist, creating is like breathing. It’s impossible for me not to create. Creating is the essence of life and it appears in many forms. During those times when I appear to be busy, I may be creating connections and new experiences. However, during times I am quiet, appearing to vegetate, I may also be creating new connections of spirit and ideas. 

So, back to the original question.  Acting on curiosity, seeking connections, exploring new ideas and creating art lead to a multi-layered life which may seem to be “busy,” but I call it “living” fully. To me, “busy” has a connotation of merely filling time which is a shallow way to experience one’s life. I do not fill time but I embrace it so I can receive the gifts it brings. As I approach my 72nd birthday on December 10th, I am aware that my aging body will eventually change how I do some things and the pace at which I do them. My mother was just six years older than I am now when she died. It reminds me that I have a lot of answers yet to explore, more experiences to discover, new poems to write and more images to create. 

I have a lot of living to do.






Day 311 Sister Time




October 16, 2015


(If we live with an open and grateful attitude, every day will bring a gift. This is one of 365 gifts during the year I turned 70.)


Exactly a month after our mother’s birthday and approximately a month before our father’s birthday, my sisters and I went away for a weekend together. In years past, we had gotten together regularly as a larger family with children and grandchildren, especially on holidays, but this time it was just the three of us together with no distractions. We were at liberty to focus on ourselves—a rare treat. For the first time, I booked an Air BNB place-- in Shepherdstown, Virginia on Nobels Ridge Farm. 

Isolate a honeybee from her sisters and she will soon die." Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life Of Bees

Before our father died last year, he expressed concern that once he passed away, his daughters would go their separate ways. During his illness we were always in close contact with one another and often had to put our father’s needs first. Now that we’ve almost finished with his estate, we need to catch up with our families and our own health issues. Dad needn't have worried. This weekend, for the first time, his daughters were taking a trip together and leaving their families home to fend for themselves. 

This trip mattered. Today, we arrived in time to explore some of historic Shepherdstown, eat dinner in Charlestown and then watch The Secret Life of Bees in our host’s large and unique movie theater. It was the beginning of a long-awaited weekend where we could share experiences, be ourselves and love unconditionally.


When it's time to die, go ahead and die, and when it's time to live, live. Don't sort-of-maybe live, but live like you're going all out, like you're not afraid.” Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees.


My gift today is the beginning of a weekend with my sisters.
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Day 312: Maze

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Day 251 You Are Here



August 17, 2015 

(If we live with an open and grateful attitude, every day will bring a gift. This is one of 365 gifts during the year I turned 70.)



Every once in a while, I stop and consider where I am in my journey and then mentally mark my day with “you are here.” This often becomes part of conversations with people I meet. Not long ago, we hosted Couchsurfers from New Zealand. They are young but after several years of global adventures, they have a clear vision of their life map and how to navigate. Matty shares his life philosophy here:

“I live in a reality of my own design.

"It took me nearly two years to understand fully but now it’s something I really believe.  Maybe not everyone agrees, but to me it means that we are responsible for our own lives. For better or worse, we have control of our own reality.  We are the architects of our own existence and therefore we have the power to accept the way our lives are or if we so choose - to change them. 

"I believe our reality is a cumulative result of our choices, actions and reactions, and we have the conscious power to change these and therefore our own reality too.  It makes me accountable for everything in my life and although I appreciate that every now and then something really lucky or unlucky may come our way – if you can take it in your stride and focus on living the life you really want, make conscious decisions that move you closer to that life, then happiness is inevitable. 

"Life is short and it’s precious. It’s a gift - let’s not waste it. Appreciate what we have, learn from our mistakes and control our own reality; make it exactly what we want it to be.I’m Matty, and I live in a reality of my own design.”

I am here—68% through my 70th year.


My gift today is my own reality design.
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> Day 252: Shouts

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Day 182 Flaming Red



June 9, 2015

(This is part of a 365 project during my 70th years where I write and illustrate a blog on each day’s gift.)

New bloom on Anthurium Flaming Red

It has been six months and one week since my father died. It was a sad time and we all will always miss him. He used to work at Mercantile Safe Deposit and Trust Company, which is now PNC Bank. He was naturally good with details so it is not surprising that he had planned his own funeral ahead of time. He had paid the funeral home, picked out his casket, listed what hymns he wanted and asked me to play at his funeral. For the funeral, my sister Nancy managed a lot of other necessary planning and my sister Jaymie gave an extraordinary eulogy for our father. When it came time to decide which flowers would go to the cemetery and which ones would go elsewhere, I took home an exotic looking potted plant with heart-shaped flowers that I intended to photograph.

Procrastinator that I am, I did not get around to it until today. Amazingly, this plant is not only still alive but it has a new bloom. I have learned that it is an Anthurium Flaming Flower. It has a waxy, heart-shaped “flower” that is actually a modified leaf called a spathe and the yellow spike that shoots out from it is called a spadix. I can see why it is sometimes called a Boy Flower. 

My father had a green thumb and loving heart. I am glad that this red flower sat patiently waiting for me to process my dad's death, waiting to finally become my photo subject after six months. If the plant does not fare well in the future, I will now have a photo to remember it. I also hold dear the many photos of my father but I treasure more the memories that still play over and over inside me. This heart-shaped flower connects these memories with my still blooming heart.

My gift today is a living heart-shaped spathe.
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> Day 183: Neon Yellow

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