Tag Archives: Hospice

Retirement Journey: Midway Year One

“The path ahead: Take it one day at a time, to live in the moment, to be a human being, not a human doing, and when I’m able, a human becoming.” — Retirement Aspiration

July 4, 2026

Today, as I begin to draft this status on my retirement journey, midway in year one, it’s the 4th of July holiday. I posted the following on my Facebook feed this morning:

Like most things in the past 10 years, this year’s holiday can only be described as “It’s complicated!” to employ an overused phrase. It describes Trump’s first term as POTUS, the COVID-19 pandemic, the January 6th insurrection, the missed opportunity in the 2024 presidential election, and the “It’s all about me!” narcissism of Trump’s second term, remaking the White House, Washington D.C., and our monuments to reflect his ‘gilded age’ Mar-a-Lago tacky taste, plus the exaggerated emphasis on his 80th birthday, and partisan impact on the holiday.

My hope is that the rest of us can find a way to celebrate the holiday in a personal and meaningful manner that honors our democracy and the traditions of the past, and inspires us to feel pride and gratitude today!

Celebrate with family, friends, and loved ones. Enjoy summer foods and cold beverages, ice cream, parades, and fireworks (please protect your dogs and children).

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Holy Wisdom Writing Retreat: Meditations & Musings

On Saturday, August 9, I attended a day-long, silent writing retreat with 15 other writers. It was an extremely hot and humid summer day, spent indoors, except for breaks outdoors in the restored prairie, writing silently inside the meditative environs of the Holy Wisdom Monastery.

On Friday, the day before the retreat, it seemed that my registration from two weeks earlier may not have been confirmed. A work colleague, Becca, shared the writing retreat information with me. When I posted my weekly Facebook TGIF Update, I acknowledged that my original plan to attend the retreat wouldn’t happen. I let it go.

Instead, I decided to work at home in the writing alcove of my hideout, a 645 square foot apartment, where I live alone. Gratefully, later in the day, I learned that there were a couple of cancellations, and the retreat facilitator confirmed my attendance. Grateful. Things change! Continue reading

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