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Sunday, October 23, 2016

The Power of Silence.





This political season’s debates were perhaps the vilest I have ever seen and as with most of you, have given me much to contemplate.  I have been extremely disheartened by the ill-mannered and contentious grandiloquence we are listening to from both of the candidates.
 As I mediated and tried to clear my mind of all I had heard over the past week, both politically and from the comments on my community’s FB page, the song Silence is Golden popped into my head. I then thought about how the spiritualists speak of a dimension that is wordless, and that we exist first in silence then in words.  With all that going around in my head I felt it was a worthy blog topic for my ramblings. (Grin)
My initial reaction after all of this was: I am not voting for either candidate, neither of them represents this country.  However, reality check, I knew that I could not in good conscience do this.  And so I tried to clear my mind of all distractions, words and thoughts, to rid myself of the back and forth nastiness of the debates, and most importantly to the panic I felt and heard in people’s voices about the decision we were all about to make for the future of our country.  I was also attempting to block out the barrage of negativity and nastiness from the news and social media.  I wanted to truly focus on what was the best thing to do with the election rapidly approaching.  I wanted and needed to understand what “I “really actually felt in my innermost place.
I would like to tell you that what I discovered was a feeling of hope, joy and peace and effortlessly came to a conclusion.  I am sad to say that was not the case. What I did find myself doing was focusing and feeling inspired by the positive things that I had heard people saying throughout the week. People were talking about gender equality, sexual harassment, bullying, about right and wrong. Such as a couple of comments Chelsea Clinton made while on the Talk.  She said she never thought she would see the normalization of hate speech.  That she intends to keep her friendship with Ivanka Trump, as their friendship began well before the election, and she hopes that it will continue well after. “It is very clear we have different views of what is best for our country. Friendship and friends are really important.” This was spot on, and a valid observation on this political climate whether or not you are a Clinton Fan or a Trump Fan.  
But I digress, (Grin) as most who follow me know I do at times. The experts tell us that silence is a rich and powerful tool of communication. Whereof we cannot speak, thereof we must be silent,” wrote the young Ludwig Wittgenstein in his Tractatus (1921). It appears to me that sometimes not saying anything is the best answer. You see, silence can never be misquoted. (Grin). On the community FB page there is always a pessimistic person commenting, as is their right, however there is always that someone who feels the need to answer them, providing a continuous platform to spread their malcontent.  I truly feel that you should not waste words on people who deserve your silence. Sometimes the most powerful thing you can say is nothing at all.
I thought about this, and recalled while engaged in conversations with a group of people, they all suddenly fell silent after a remark I had made, how it made me feel censorship and the need to defend myself. And I recalled how it is with friendship, that there is a time for silence, to just listen, and sometimes a time to let go and let them hurl themselves into their own destiny. Some experts say that no answer causes us to make up what we think they meant, causing us more distress.
The experts also tell us that when one resorts to a personal attack in a debate, it most likely means you have nothing more to contribute. Margaret Thatcher said, “I always cheer up immensely if an attack is particularly wounding because I think, well if they attack one personally, it means they have not a single political argument left.”  They tell us that in today’s journalism and politics, there is a collusion to oversimplify and personalize issues. They leave no room for contradiction, but plenty of room for the personal attack!  I think it says a lot about a person’s character and maturity, if they possess the ability to have a heated discussion without taking it personally or turning it into a personal attack. 
I particularly liked what the comedian Robin Williams said, “Politically I don’t care what party you’re from, offer a point of view, and let’s see what happens and really debate the issues rather than use personal attacks. Really talk about it, talk about immigration, education and pollution.”
This blogger’s take away on this: Charles Buxton’s comment sums it up for me, “Silence is sometimes the severest criticism.”
In the simplest of words, the quieter you become the more you can hear.  I believe the educated person’s response to nastiness is silence. Never lower yourself, whoever is trying to bring you down is already lower than you. Silence is not ignoring the problem, it merely allows you to mindfully choose to stay out of the negative space and not say hurtful words back. There will always be someone who is more impressive and/or inconsequential to us in terms of ability, character etc.
There will also be someone who is beyond our comprehension or shall I say, not within my wavelength. (Grin) There will always be those that sometimes appear to have very poor understanding and sensitivity, and therefore it will always be problematic to communicate with these kinds of people.
 That is why I feel it is sometimes best to keep things to ourselves, and not to react to people who don’t make sense at all, to keep quiet and not respond. And back in my day (Grin) my mother said if you don’t have anything nice to say, then say nothing at all!
And on a slightly more humorous note, just remember you can’t win an argument with a troll. (Grin) I don’t mean the fairy tale kind that sits under the bridges, I’m referring to those nasty individuals that love to spread lies, deceive and cause damage, enjoying every minute where they can make someone else miserable. All they need is a victim. And so  after much mediation and reflection,  I was finally able to make my decisions on voting, letting my vote be my voice. My hope for you is that you can also sit in the silence, and rediscover who you are and what it is that you truly believe, and as Gandhi says, “Speak only if it improves on the silence.”

 I thank you again for taking this retirement journey with me, or as I refer to it, “my longest coffee break."  I'm just sayin’…

I'm bored with your illness!




I admit it: as baby boomers, our age group is beginning to have aches and pains today that hadn’t taken over our lives ten, twenty, thirty years ago. However what is making me crazy is that they must talk about it all the time!  I confess that BFF hubby and I might have as many ailments as anybody has…...but here it is…. I’m sorry to say I’m bored with your illness! (Grin)

Sure we all go to the doctors, and probably most of us take some medications, more than likely to control our cholesterol and high blood pressure. Unfortunately as we age so do our friends. And I am aware that with aging come health problems more often than not serious.

But I ask you, why must we talk about it endlessly? Why do people feel that this is appropriate dinner conversation?  Do you think we are just waiting with baited breathe to hear about your latest probe or MRI? I recently listened to this person’s entire medical history while waiting in line at the grocery store. Granted I am aware that not only do I live in a senior community and I am surrounded by two (2) others, but to be held hostage in the checkout line listening to a colonoscopy story is too much for even me.  This woman went on to share her advice as to the best doctors for all sorts of various ailments.  To which I politely said, I really don’t like discussing my ailments, I am just thrilled when they are behind me and I can get on with my life.  Dead silence, she then said with a huff, well you youngsters are a different breed and stuck her nose in the air as if there was something wrong with me.  I am sure there is, but I refrained from telling her all about it. (Grin) Please don’t get me wrong this is not an aversion to someone’s kindness in asking you about a recent surgery or illness, and as to how you are recovering, or you doing the same.

Maybe you don’t agree, but I’m an optimistic person and I prefer to laugh and discuss fun relevant topics, taking my mind off of my problems. Particularly at a dinner or when I am out at social events. Ok maybe I live in my own world, but that’s Ok they know me there and understand the rules. (Grin)

Oh come on now, you know it’s the elephant in the room, and unless you are the one doing the talking you too would like to tell them, stop I don’t want to hear this anymore. I frankly find it depressing. Yes I am aware that we are all getting older, believe me I feel it.  I heard the best response the other day from a good friend, it made me smile and laugh, she said that aging isn’t for sissies? 

I am not sure if all this doom and gloom illness talk springs from our society, where we perhaps are taught to equate happiness with youth, and assume that sorrow, illness and desperation goes with aging.  It however makes me wonder if some people just enjoy being miserable, or at least make far more out of life’s discomforts than of its pleasant things. 

I have to say it has gotten so bad that I cringe and hold my breath when I run into someone and utter the simple greeting; how are you today.  I am fearful those words will elicit a long recital of their personal ills; and I know I won’t escape from the conversation until they fill me in with a dismal catalogue of the distresses and sufferings of their friends’ and family!   

Is it just me, or do most people in a retirement community really feel there is some sort of merit in having ailments or afflictions to speak of to others? As if it makes them part of the group.   It appears to me that they think it an altogether undesirable and unworthy state to be well, with nothing to complain of.  They appear to me to be the happiest—only when something is wrong with them.  I, as were most boomers, was raised to tough it out; when you are ill you did not whine, you just put on your brave face and kept going. I was raised with a stoical, carry on approach to illness, you’re not bleeding, so get up and go to school, or work.Some of the experts say this is a way for people to be the center of attention.  You would get my attention faster by telling me a humorous antidote or a funny story.

So after all of this rambling on, I am sure I have begun to sound like a curmudgeon, with not a sympathetic bone in my body. But honestly that is the furthest thing from the truth, I very much care about people, and am extremely empathetic, wishing them good health. But here is where I have to say that I believe that laughter is really the best medicine, and good for what ails you.  I don’t mind a story of illness when a person makes it humorous and shows that it isn’t defining who they are.  I find that it is important to try and laugh every single day in order to gain the most physical and mental health benefits in that day.  

The experts say that people tend to laugh more when in groups, so I say surround yourself with others who laugh because laughter is after all contagious.  We watched the old Lucy routine where she is working on the candy line in a club presentation, everyone in the room was laughing. I noted that people left smiling and seemed more upbeat after that.

I think with laugher you find yourself so happy you forget to talk about what ails you. The best reason I heard the experts say  for laughing  was; laughing for 10 minutes each day can burn the same number of calories as a half hour workout. How cool is that? The experts also say that laughter is a benefit in Pain Reduction – Laughter allows a person to “forget” about pains such as those associated with aches, arthritis, etc. In 1987 Texas Tech psychologist Rosemary Cogan used the discomfort of a pressure cuff to test the medical benefits of laughter on pain management subjects who watched a 20 minute Lily Tomlin routine, and found the could tolerate a tighter cuff than those who had watched no tape at all.

My take away: and here is a clue to my fellow Boomers, perhaps you should consider that to others talking about your aches and pains is, frankly, a pain in the butt.(Grin) Your seasonal allergies and kidney stones are not really interesting, and to quote my grandkids “No Body Cares.”   And it is this bloggers opinion that you may feel a whole lot better if you kept your illness to yourself, and instead regaled us with stories of your grandkids, movie or latest book you are reading,
a TV program, or something you found humorous. No fair trying to slip in a latest surgery story in the guise of a debate on rising health care costs! (Grin) 

Emerson says on this same subject: "If you have not slept well, or if you have a headache, or sciatica, or leprosy, or any other ailment—I beseech you to hold your peace!"  In reality isn’t the most important thing to enjoy life, to be happy, it seems to me that matters more than regaling you with my latest illness.  So perhaps when someone begins to drone on and on about their latest illness, maybe we should help take their mind off of it by throwing in something humorous such as my friends husband did; my friend has bounced back from cancer, heart problems, even a stroke. Through it all, she and her husband, have kept their sense of humor. One day she said, you know what kills me? Smiling, her husband teased, apparently nothing. I love and admire them so much and try to be more like them in how they choose to live life. Every time you find laughter in a difficult situation, you win.

Humanity has unquestionably one really effective weapon—laughter. Power, money, persuasion, supplication, persecution—these can lift at a colossal humbug—push it a little—weaken it a little, century by century, but only laughter can blow it to rags and atoms at a blast. Against the assault of laughter nothing can stand. — (Mark Twain) and as Abraham Lincoln said: with the fearful strain that is on me night and day, if I did not laugh I would die.
And so I strive to incorporate laughter into my daily life; and I am a person who gets better with practice. I think getting older is awesome-because well I get more practice. (Grin)  And as my 92 years young- mother in-law says; in the end it’s not the years in your life, but the life in your years. (By the way she never complains about her heath she is grateful for each day and says that pain reminds her she is alive)….. And so I leave you with this, I wish you a long and successful life. I wish you excellent health. Most importantly, I wish you happiness – without measure – every day and beseech you to remember, laughter is a tranquilizer with no side effects, so please take it regularly!

I thank you again for taking this retirement journey with me, or as I refer to it, “my longest coffee break."  I'm just sayin’…


Monday, October 10, 2016

Why are we so obsessed with our pets?


Let me start this blog off by stating it is of course from the perspective of a dog owner. And to those of you who are (sigh) not animal lovers, well I am sure it seems from your perspective that people with animal attachments think they rule the world.  And this is where I have observed, at least in the world where I live, that social tensions come into play.  The assertion of pet rights seems to bump up against people who feel that our animals should know their place. This awkward co-existence between pet owners and the rest of the world is more of a struggle today than it has ever been. I don’t know if it will ever sort itself out. So for those who aren’t animal lovers, thanks for your patience with those of us who are….and now on with the Blog.

OMG what have we done? This blog will be going south for a moment, as I regale you with our latest adventure.  We got a puppy!  What was I thinking? As many of you know, we lost our beloved Gimli to cancer earlier this year, very unexpectedly at the age of 10. It hit us really horribly. Those of you who are not animal people may not relate.  I know, I know, it is like someone with a new baby, that’s all they talk about.

But in reality having a puppy is much the same as having a new baby, including sleep deprivation if your puppy doesn’t sleep through the night, luckily ours does.  They have to be on a strict schedule, for potty breaks, eating, sleeping and they don’t know the house rules;  like it’s not ok to chew on my shoes, or the furniture, and it’s time to go to bed not play. I am exhausted as is BFF hubby, they demand a lot of time and attention when they are little. BFF has christened her the money pit. Now granted it has been 10 years since we had a puppy, and we had forgotten soooo much. And it’s not really our puppy’s fault we had to buy two crates and two pens, the first ones were fine at 8 weeks but not so much at 4 months, yep you guessed, it they grow rapidly. Then the food, OMG! I put her on a healthy diet, JustFoodForDogs, to give her a fighting chance against the garbage that is in Kibble dog food, which has been determined to cause cancer. Then the puppy shots $$$$, the dog trainer $$$$, the vet bills$$$$, it is most definitely like having a child.  And I say the car windows aren’t dirty, that’s just dog art. <Grin>

We all know that dogs are commonly referred to as Man’s best friend. I find in today’s world dogs are our family, much as a child. I mean we all know that dogs love you unconditionally, and love you more than they love themselves.  Here is where I confess that I have grieved very hard for our Gimli as did BFF Hubby. He was fine one day, and goes into the vets to be told he has terminal cancer and has only 2-3 days to live.  There was no time to prepare for his death as one can when a dog is aging.  BFF hubby did not want to even think about getting another dog as nothing can replace Gimli! I had to convince him it is not replacing a dog when getting a new one, it is merely filling the hole they leave in our hearts.

I miss our conversations, I mean who else but Gimli would listen to me, and then give me that look as if to say, “WOW you are right, I would never have thought of that.” He was by my side all day long, and great company when I was working in the garden.  I think it was more relevant to me since I have been retired these last two years and have been with him 24/7, not to be confused with how it is being with BFF hubby 24/7. <Grin> Gimli was not my whole life, but he certainly made my life whole.  I mean gosh. a dog loves his friends, licking them to death, and then he gets to bite his enemies, how cool is that.

I must admit to me the word pet sounds like such an outdated word. I mean after all dogs have been domesticated for 30,000 years and cats 10,000.  And in today’s world the power has most definitely shifted in their favor. They are no longer the creatures of our parents and grandparents, whose pets as I recall, were nothing like the doted upon darlings we surround ourselves with today.  I remember them as being the timid almost feral barn cats who lived a self-sufficient life well beyond human attention, and the easy-going outside dog, who chased groundhogs for pleasure and if he was lucky got to warm himself at night by the fire.

It seems in today’s world our pets have become one of us, human counterparts to be talked to and fussed over, family members who are loved in life and mourned in death. This elevated status would surely make my more hard hearted grandparents turn over in their graves.

It seems that we baby boomers in particular, have seized onto our pets to fill the void of empty nests. I think that animals give us a purpose, a sense of meaning, an altruistic obligation to be active and aware. It does appear as if the younger generation is also aware of this. Whether or not it is because they don’t trust the economy, or just aren’t ready, they are putting off marriage, children and other lifelong commitments, leaving pets to fill the emotional void.

My take away on all of this: it is this blogger’s opinion that pets supply a loyalty that is hard to find in a downsized economy; they don’t judge us or leave us for someone younger or gossip about us behind our backs. They’re used more and more in therapy situations because of their wide-ranging affection – they don’t feel our need to make superficial distinctions between pretty and plain, mobile and disabled, self-assertive and shy.

Dogs and cats are also much more comfortable than humans with prolonged eye contact. Anyone can look into their eyes and get something back. It seems to me that pet owners feel their animals are more reliable than humans, they give “unconditional love.” And my dog is a constant reminder to me that I should experience the simple pleasures of life.  Animals are such agreeable friends, they ask no questions and pass no criticisms. And as Ghandi says: “The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated.”   

I thank you again for taking this retirement journey with me, or as I refer to it, “my longest coffee break."  I'm just sayin’…

Welcome to our newest family member…..Zoey

Sunday, July 3, 2016

How do you know when is it time to move on and let it go?



This month’s blog topic was difficult for me to come up with, what with Father’s Day approaching and all the news about upcoming candidacies for President. All my thoughts seemed to be overshadowed by the terrorist attack in Florida, making me feel helpless, sad and angry. As I seemed to be obsessing over it, my BFF hubby kept saying get over it, let it go, move on. So I decided that would be this month’s topic. I apologize for the lack of humor, but it was a topic I felt needed to be touched upon.
 
   
 As I read the many postings on FB, listened to the posturing of our politicians, including the upcoming candidates and our President, I was appalled and amazed that people did not want to refer to it as a Terror attack. As I watched the grieving parents and all the funerals, well I decided I needed to get something off my chest.

Those who really know me, know why I have very strong opinions on Gun Control, however I will not discuss that topic with people as it is another that people are very passionate about. I also devoted an entire blog as to why you should not discuss politics on FB.  However, I got so disgusted at the direction the postings were taking and I just could not leave it alone, I had to comment and this is what I said…

“Ok I said I wouldn’t comment but after reading all the posts....well here goes....what happened in Orlando is not about gun control! What happened at the Pulse Night Club was not only a mass shooting but a terrorist attack! We are dealing with terrorism...an evil individual that targeted Gay Americans because of a warped Islam championed vision that both American and Gay are labels that warrant a violent death! It was a MONSTER who pledged his allegiance to an Islamic terrorist organization.....the solution to terrorism is not to blame the gun lobby but to fight and destroy terrorism both at home and abroad....gun control is a whole separate conversation....”

Everything going on was obviously affecting and bothering me. I know that I was not alone in this, as I could see and hear how it was affecting others.  We were all being constantly barraged by the media - on smart phones, Twitter, Facebook, television and the Wall Street Journal, and they were keeping the topic alive and always in our face.  All this is what led me to today’s blog topic: When is it time to move on and let it go?

Everyone says let it go, which only makes me want to scream, “Hello, you telling me to do that doesn’t make it happen, don’t you think I would stop thinking about all this if I could?” My mom used to tell me to just move on and get over it, let it go.

Eckhart Tolle tells us whenever negative things happen to you, there is a deep lesson concealed within it. But I keep wondering what it is that makes a human being choose love over hate, understanding over anger, and belief over fear? Especially those victims of violent crimes, the unthinkable things we hear about on the news. I feel that it is an outrage that something like this can happen.  These type of tragic events shake me to my very core.  But I have decided to tell myself maybe we are not always supposed to know and understand the why.  I do believe there is a reason behind everything, which I know sounds cliché but I truly feel in my heart that there is something that has to and must be gained from this horrific tragedy.

I believe there is beauty in the human spirit, that we all have it in us to be pillars of strength and compassion and are an experiment in spiritual evolution.  I suppose that is the hippie coming out in me, as I believe in Karma, and as Eckhart Tolle tells us, it is not all the things that happen to you that your pain arises from, but your reaction to it. The experts tell us that pain invites us to grow. The first instinct of most of us is to shut ourselves off from the rest of the world.

 
       The experts tell us that life’s challenges, no matter how senseless they seem, are not supposed to paralyze us, they are supposed to help us to discover who we are.  Whenever we are faced with a personal tragedy, an act of terror, a natural disaster or genocide, joy and moving on just doesn’t seem like the correct response. It seems to me that expressing any joy after such an event mocks the tragedy.  The experts tell me this is not necessarily true. They say you experience not really joy, but a degree of openness and a sense of love. The experts tell us there are three reasons to bring joy quickly back into your life….REASON #1: Joy is your nature.  Joy flows from the same source as love and peace; it flows from your heart. Would you want to deny your loved ones your love and your peace? Of course not. Then please, don’t deny yourself your joy either. Don’t push it either. When sadness comes, allow your tears to flow. When joy comes, allow your smile to shine. That’s how it is supposed to be. It’s your nature; it’s who you are. Reason #2: Joy is your light. Joy is the light within. Would you want to deny your loved ones that light? Of course not. Then please, accept it for yourself as well. When it shines, you can see the path in front of you, even if it’s just one step ahead. One step at a time, toward light—isn’t that a fine way to respond to tragedy? Reason #3: Joy is your power.  The deep joy flowing within you is a healing force. Its warmth has the power to melt the inner paralysis. Its energy has the power to fuel your journey toward a life in alignment with your heart’s desire.  Would you want to deny your loved ones that? Of course not. Then don’t deny yourself the power of your joy either. Because your heart’s true desire is to live, and to feel joy.



I think we can all agree this sounds like great advice doesn’t it? But how? After tragedy, how do you even open your heart and mind to joy?  Well as I always do, I checked with the experts, and one of them told us to try some of these… 1. Spend time with children (there are children everywhere).  2. Discover something refreshing (or surprising).  3. Feel your body (you are a miracle of life).  4. Read a novel (fiction, stories, not the usual self-improvement stuff).  5. Travel (any distance).  6. Look for smiles in people’s faces (on the street and on TV).  7. Write thank you notes (to yourself too).  8. Create a rhythm for your daily life (simple things will do).  9. Exercise (in a way that makes you smile).  10. Help someone (with something you enjoy doing).  11. Find a color that makes you feel good (and wear it).  12. Enjoy your spiritual practice. (Enjoy!)  13. Spend time with nature (plants and pets are nature, too).  14. Do something creative (just for yourself).  15. Accept help from people (strangers, too).  16. Learn something new. (What have you always wanted to learn?).  17. Listen to music (and let your body move along).  18. Walk barefoot (slowly).  19. Savor simple pleasures.  20. Give yourself a break (in every sense of the word).  21. When you have a choice, choose joy.

 

I am not sure what my take away is on all this…..but I do like all of the above suggestions and if you are focusing on them, well I would think your mind would let go and allow you to move on.  Joy and living are always more preferable to me than being sad or depressed.  I am an eternal optimist and I love what the Dalai Lama says: “Moving towards better rather than moving away from bad is an attitude of embracing life rather than rejecting it.”  And, “Do not let the behavior of others destroy your inner peace.”

 It is this bloggers opinion that moving on comes with time and everyone has their own pace. Rushing moving on isn’t healthy, it’s not fair and it’s not kind. As I’m writing this blog, and thinking about all of the people from the Pulse Night Club, I would like to say, “First and foremost to the families and friends of the Orlando victims and really to anyone getting over something tragic in their lives, take your time. Move on when you are ready and move on only when YOU want to. You will eventually move on.

Each morning we are born again. What we do TODAY is what matters most (Gandhi)……  I thank you again for taking this retirement journey with me, or as I refer to it, “my longest coffee break."  I'm just sayin’…

 

 

How do you know when is it time to move on and let it go?



This month’s blog topic was difficult for me to come up with, what with Father’s Day approaching and all the news about upcoming candidacies for President. All my thoughts seemed to be overshadowed by the terrorist attack in Florida, making me feel helpless, sad and angry. As I seemed to be obsessing over it, my BFF hubby kept saying get over it, let it go, move on. So I decided that would be this month’s topic. I apologize for the lack of humor, but it was a topic I felt needed to be touched upon.

 As I read the many postings on FB, listened to the posturing of our politicians, including the upcoming candidates and our President, I was appalled and amazed that people did not want to refer to it as a Terror attack. As I watched the grieving parents and all the funerals, well I decided I needed to get something off my chest.

Those who really know me, know why I have very strong opinions on Gun Control, however I will not discuss that topic with people as it is another that people are very passionate about. I also devoted an entire blog as to why you should not discuss politics on FB.  However, I got so disgusted at the direction the postings were taking and I just could not leave it alone, I had to comment and this is what I said…

“Ok I said I wouldn’t comment but after reading all the posts....well here goes....what happened in Orlando is not about gun control! What happened at the Pulse Night Club was not only a mass shooting but a terrorist attack! We are dealing with terrorism...an evil individual that targeted Gay Americans because of a warped Islam championed vision that both American and Gay are labels that warrant a violent death! It was a MONSTER who pledged his allegiance to an Islamic terrorist organization.....the solution to terrorism is not to blame the gun lobby but to fight and destroy terrorism both at home and abroad....gun control is a whole separate conversation....”

Everything going on was obviously affecting and bothering me. I know that I was not alone in this, as I could see and hear how it was affecting others.  We were all being constantly barraged by the media - on smart phones, Twitter, Facebook, television and the Wall Street Journal, and they were keeping the topic alive and always in our face.  All this is what led me to today’s blog topic: When is it time to move on and let it go?

Everyone says let it go, which only makes me want to scream, “Hello, you telling me to do that doesn’t make it happen, don’t you think I would stop thinking about all this if I could?” My mom used to tell me to just move on and get over it, let it go.

Eckhart Tolle tells us whenever negative things happen to you, there is a deep lesson concealed within it. But I keep wondering what it is that makes a human being choose love over hate, understanding over anger, and belief over fear? Especially those victims of violent crimes, the unthinkable things we hear about on the news. I feel that it is an outrage that something like this can happen.  These type of tragic events shake me to my very core.  But I have decided to tell myself maybe we are not always supposed to know and understand the why.  I do believe there is a reason behind everything, which I know sounds cliché but I truly feel in my heart that there is something that has to and must be gained from this horrific tragedy.

I believe there is beauty in the human spirit, that we all have it in us to be pillars of strength and compassion and are an experiment in spiritual evolution.  I suppose that is the hippie coming out in me, as I believe in Karma, and as Eckhart Tolle tells us, it is not all the things that happen to you that your pain arises from, but your reaction to it. The experts tell us that pain invites us to grow. The first instinct of most of us is to shut ourselves off from the rest of the world.

The experts tell us that life’s challenges, no matter how senseless they seem, are not supposed to paralyze us, they are supposed to help us to discover who we are.  Whenever we are faced with a personal tragedy, an act of terror, a natural disaster or genocide, joy and moving on just doesn’t seem like the correct response. It seems to me that expressing any joy after such an event mocks the tragedy.  The experts tell me this is not necessarily true. They say you experience not really joy, but a degree of openness and a sense of love. The experts tell us there are three reasons to bring joy quickly back into your life….REASON #1: Joy is your nature.  Joy flows from the same source as love and peace; it flows from your heart. Would you want to deny your loved ones your love and your peace? Of course not. Then please, don’t deny yourself your joy either. Don’t push it either. When sadness comes, allow your tears to flow. When joy comes, allow your smile to shine. That’s how it is supposed to be. It’s your nature; it’s who you are. Reason #2: Joy is your light. Joy is the light within. Would you want to deny your loved ones that light? Of course not. Then please, accept it for yourself as well. When it shines, you can see the path in front of you, even if it’s just one step ahead. One step at a time, toward light—isn’t that a fine way to respond to tragedy? Reason #3: Joy is your power.  The deep joy flowing within you is a healing force. Its warmth has the power to melt the inner paralysis. Its energy has the power to fuel your journey toward a life in alignment with your heart’s desire.  Would you want to deny your loved ones that? Of course not. Then don’t deny yourself the power of your joy either. Because your heart’s true desire is to live, and to feel joy.


 

I think we can all agree this sounds like great advice doesn’t it? But how? After tragedy, how do you even open your heart and mind to joy?  Well as I always do, I checked with the experts, and one of them told us to try some of these… 1. Spend time with children (there are children everywhere).  2. Discover something refreshing (or surprising).  3. Feel your body (you are a miracle of life).  4. Read a novel (fiction, stories, not the usual self-improvement stuff).  5. Travel (any distance).  6. Look for smiles in people’s faces (on the street and on TV).  7. Write thank you notes (to yourself too).  8. Create a rhythm for your daily life (simple things will do).  9. Exercise (in a way that makes you smile).  10. Help someone (with something you enjoy doing).  11. Find a color that makes you feel good (and wear it).  12. Enjoy your spiritual practice. (Enjoy!)  13. Spend time with nature (plants and pets are nature, too).  14. Do something creative (just for yourself).  15. Accept help from people (strangers, too).  16. Learn something new. (What have you always wanted to learn?).  17. Listen to music (and let your body move along).  18. Walk barefoot (slowly).  19. Savor simple pleasures.  20. Give yourself a break (in every sense of the word).  21. When you have a choice, choose joy.

 

I am not sure what my take away is on all this…..but I do like all of the above suggestions and if you are focusing on them, well I would think your mind would let go and allow you to move on.  Joy and living are always more preferable to me than being sad or depressed.  I am an eternal optimist and I love what the Dalai Lama says: “Moving towards better rather than moving away from bad is an attitude of embracing life rather than rejecting it.”  And, “Do not let the behavior of others destroy your inner peace.”

 It is this bloggers opinion that moving on comes with time and everyone has their own pace. Rushing moving on isn’t healthy, it’s not fair and it’s not kind. As I’m writing this blog, and thinking about all of the people from the Pulse Night Club, I would like to say, “First and foremost to the families and friends of the Orlando victims and really to anyone getting over something tragic in their lives, take your time. Move on when you are ready and move on only when YOU want to. You will eventually move on.

Each morning we are born again. What we do TODAY is what matters most (Gandhi)……  I thank you again for taking this retirement journey with me, or as I refer to it, “my longest coffee break."  I'm just sayin’…

 

 

 

Thursday, April 21, 2016

Traditionalists VS Boomers in Retirement


I have been retired and living in my community for two years (I can’t believe it). As I was sitting back observing people, as those of you who routinely follow my blog know I do, I began to notice a very interesting thing skulking around the community, let’s call it chronic complaining and nastiness for want of a better explanation.  It seems to be festering just below the surface, barely noticeable unless one is really paying attention.

Let me start this blog out by prefacing that BFF hubby and I love living here.  We equate it to getting to live permanently in a vacation resort.  BFF hubby says I am the best marketing tool they could ever want as I espouse the virtues of living here to my family, friends and acquaintances. It has the most exquisite surroundings, with a myriad of clubs, activities far beyond golf, and a lovely restaurant providing the best dining experience and ambiance.  It’s simply an amazing place to live and we feel most fortunate to reside here.  This is exactly what we were looking for when we retired, something to retire to.  If you can’t find something you like to do and get involved in, then there is definitely something wrong with you. <Grin>

I can’t quite figure out what the issue/problem is here and why there is such apathy, anger and such general discordance among the residents. Where does it stem from?  I speculated that it might perhaps be attributed to a generation gap.  So off I went, as I am notorious for doing, to search for what the experts had to say on this subject. I was disappointed that there was little to no research on how to bridge the generational gap.  They did have many articles and research on how to bridge the gap as related to work environments, but very little as to how to live in a cohesive society. They tell us that today’s retirement communities are comprised of two generations.  They are the Silent Generation or Traditionalists, born between 1925-1945, who are 70 years and older; their behaviors are based upon experiences from the depression, they have a waste not want not attitude, they demand quality, simplicity, are extremely patriotic, and the men typically worked while the woman stayed in the home to raise the children.
We then have the other faction, the Post-World War II Baby Boomers between the years 1946-1964 (I fall into this category as I am after all an unashamed X-Hippie) <Grin> who are between 52 and 70 years of age. Baby boomers are associated with a rejection or redefinition of traditional values.  They grew up during the cold war and civil rights movement, created the term workaholic, are the single largest economic group, who believe rules should be obeyed unless they are contrary to what they want (of course), then they’re to be broken, social cause oriented, free spirited, women entered the work force working in traditional male held positions. Many of this generation are still in the work force while moving into retirement communities.
From what this blogger perceives, the Silent Generation are the original settlers (rule makers and club inventers) of the community. And then their idyllic community was turned upside down………enter the retiring Baby Boomers.  Those Boomers, not in the work force, are quick to fill their days by joining the various clubs and activities. It may appear to the established groups that their sole purpose is to bring about change to these clubs, transporting them into the modern era. If you ask a Traditionalist what the problem is, they will tell you that it’s the younger generation that is moving here that is causing the problems; ask a Boomer and they tell you the Traditionalists, ha ha, of course.  But alas, I have witnessed the Traditionalists, although they say they are tired of running things, in reality they don’t want to give up the position, but want the Boomers to take over the busy work with the stipulation they follow the existing rules and practices of the clubs. The Traditionalists have a tendency to take any suggestions or recommendations for change as criticism and become defensive. This all translates into divided factions and resistance, creating an overall unpleasant experience.  Are you with me so far, do you see the problem here? <Grin>
So on we proceed with this Blogger’s quest to find a solution from the experts, hoping they can tell us to how to achieve nirvana in such a diverse generational community.
The experts, as they are known to do when faced with any negativity, state their go to solution, “communication is key.”  They say no matter how difficult that may be, it is key as each generation’s habits, ideals, and beliefs were influenced by very different experiences, traditions, and societal norms.
The experts state the Traditionalists need to understand the ways of the Boomers and respect the new world they live in; the Boomers need to understand and respect the amount of experience the older generations bring to bear.  Both need to be flexible, and LEARN TO LISTEN, offer advice in helpful ways, refrain from judgement.  OK, OK, we know and have heard all this, so how pray tell do we bridge the divide?
They suggest the Boomers mentor the Traditionalist on using technology and keeping up with changes in social media. What I found interesting, as to what this blogger has experienced with the traditionalists on Facebook is that they have a tendency to take and make FB postings personal. Taking them too seriously and vehemently attacking the poster, feeling they must defend or argue with every post. This causes the post to take on a life of its own. The topic begins morphing into many different topics, losing the original intent of the post. (I confess this blogger finds it extremely entertaining) <Grin>
We all have to agree the Traditionalists have made this community what it is today, and that they value logic and discipline, and most unequivocally don’t like change, and want to build and leave a legacy.  The Baby Boom generation has agreeably transformed every stage of life they have passed through. Hence they are known as the “ME” generation, seeking money, title, recognition, higher education, and whose lives focused on building a stellar career. So doesn’t it seem logical they would want to redefine retirement?
Phew, it is a very complex topic as you can see!  Here is this blogger’s take away on this topic:
For the first time in our history there are four (4) generations, all with different values, experiences, styles and activities. We can all agree that there is unquestionably tension between all of the generations, which would create and lead to misunderstandings and frustrations.  The Traditionalists feel the need to guide and lead the “young pups,” but this is often not well received by the Boomers. The Traditionalists don’t like being shown up or having the way it has “always been done” challenged, while the Boomers embrace technology and new traditions, if it doesn’t work change it.   I think we must appreciate what each other brings and celebrate our differences. After all we don’t get harmony when everybody sings the same note, only notes that are different can harmonize. The same is true with people. Sometimes there are things in our lives that aren’t meant to stay the same as they were. Sometimes change is exactly what we need to help us evolve and progress.
I believe that a good similarity for living in this type of community is to liken it to a garden.  And so I leave you with this quote by Kemi Sogunle:  Different plants thrive together in a well nurtured garden. Just as they thrive, they pass on a message to mankind - God created us all to thrive with one another and planted love in our hearts for this reason. Let's learn to embrace each other, knowing Love is all we have to keep us growing and going.”
May our hearts be filled with great love for one another and I thank you again for taking this retirement journey with me, or as I refer to it, “my longest coffee break."  I'm just sayin’…

 

Thursday, March 3, 2016

Is Social Media the forum to discuss politics with Family & Friends?


I have been absent as a blogger for a few months because I made a commitment to a club. Wow, did it become like a job! Phew, it’s over. I did have some fun, but for the most part not so much. Will I do it again? Most emphatically not. It was this experience accompanied with this year’s political environment that helped me land on this month’s Blog topic. I was constantly asking myself when did people forget how to be nice to one another and respectful of differences of opinion?  It boggles my mind. I searched back in time and wondered when it became OK for people to engage in open confrontations and name calling with one another, regardless of where they are and what the topic may be?  After reading all the political rhetoric not just generated by the news media, but by my friends and associates on Facebook, I decided this was a very worthwhile topic.
It seems that how we treat one another today, is due to the changes in our culture, brought about by social media, the constant barrage of news with smart phones, news banners, and TV’s 24-hour news. It is this blogger’s humble opinion that people feel more anonymous, in particular with social media, so this makes them feel freer to attack another person. Sort of like rude drivers who do things in a car they would never do to you in person. It seems to be accepted and OK to be mean spirited to one another. I have observed people who are neighbors, friends, and family vehemently attacking each other over a difference of opinion of a political candidate, or anything for that matter that does not align with how they think. It feels wrong to me to do so with people we claim to really care about, or call a friend.  In discussing our differences, particularly our political opinions, well I must tell you it makes me feel awkward and uncomfortable, as if it is a threat to the relationship. This is the case if I am in the discussion or observing it.  So as usual for me, I went off in search of what the experts have to say about all of this.
It seems the experts tell us that Democrats and Republicans have become like a couple with marriage problems. They have become enemies, and the political speeches denigrate into an opportunity to malign and misinterpret the opponent. Ok, yeah we see that. <Grin> It certainly makes a whole lot of sense to me, particularly since we are a nation of TV viewers, that we would be influenced by this antagonism, as it is modeled by our leaders and rebounded by media commentators. And unfortunately, it seems to trickle down into our personal political discussions between our friends and family.  It seems we are influenced so much by this that the over-heated posturing with belittling of differing viewpoints has become a cultural norm when talking about politics or anything that is in opposition to our viewpoint.
I know many of us may enjoy watching a TV commentator on Fox, CNN, or the mainstream media, portraying a dismissive attitude towards a fellow commentator, or a candidate we don’t like.  However it is rarely appealing from a friend, coworker, or family member. A political sneer in real life, vis-a-vis your opposing political view, does not ever win the argument but may ultimately cost you a friend or loved one.
The psychology experts tell us that typically in healthy dialogue, the person listens to better understand the others perspective, normally resulting in gaining new information and hopefully a consensus ending with a creative solution. This causes both sides to develop negative feelings towards each other.  The word “but” erases what others say, and no one likes to feel erased.
So here is my take away on all of this: When people express opinions that reflect the views of different political parties, or any opposing view, our minds automatically and spontaneously assign them to rival alliances. As far as our brains are concerned, an opposing view is more like membership in a gang or clique, than viewed as a dispassionate philosophical stance.  Social media has made it too easy for people to hide behind their computers and post things they would never say face to face.  In this blogger’s opinion, it is a waste of time to discuss politics, as you’re not going to change someone’s political beliefs on Facebook. You can debate and debate, but you’re just wasting your time. People are different and believe different things. Accept it, agree to disagree and move on. Life’s too short. Let your vote be your voice. And remember the saying of our parents, “you can lead a horse to water but you can’t make him drink.” 
And to quote Albert Einstein: “I believe that Gandhi’s views were the most enlightened of all the political men in our time. We should strive to do things in spirit: not to use violence in fighting for our cause, but in not participating in anything you believe is evil.”
I thank you again for taking this retirement journey with me, or as I refer to it,  my longest coffee break."  I'm just sayin’

Friday, January 8, 2016

The Dreaded Christmas Letter



I have to confess as I begin this Blog, I am one of the lemmings that send out a Christmas letter almost every year. So as I sat down to write the obligatory (or at least it is in my mind) letter, I thought of how BFF Steve and I have such a laugh at the Christmas letters we receive. So I decided, since people who receive mine are most assuredly doing the same, this year I would write it with the intent of giving them Christmas Cheer!  Before I share our 2015 family Christmas letter with you, you guessed it, I wondered about the origin of the Christmas Letter, and so off I went to the internet and decided this was an amusing way to kick off the New Year.

If you are like my family, you look forward to getting Christmas letters. You know you can count on them being crammed with statements of the family’s successes for the past year, and from what I have been able to research they've been that way for generations. It seems that writing and mocking the “Christmas letter” has been an American tradition since the 1950’s, so much so that the Atlantic published a piece on them, “The Corny Appeal of the Christmas Letter from the 1950’s Through Today.” They share the following:  "Read another one, Dad!" says the title character in a 2001 episode of the show Everybody Loves Raymond. It’s Christmas morning, and the Barones are sitting on the sofa together, drinking coffee from snowman mugs and ridiculing their friends' holiday greetings. “‘Is it Christmas already?'" one letter begins. "'With our trip to colonial Williamsburg, remodeling the living room, and Denny's successful run for city council, the months have just flown by!"

 It seems from the research I did, that people decided the Christmas letter would be easier than sending out Christmas cards and so at Christmas we find them in the mail, either by themselves or enclosed with the Christmas card.  I admit that I find the pretense of them being a sincere Christmas greeting quite hilarious.  In my opinion they are actually an unabashed family fairy tale, or a means to regale us with how wonderful and perfect their family is.

So as we read them one thing stands out to me (and so the experts agree), they all seem to have a script. They begin the opening sentence with the word “Well” and then “here it is Christmas again!” (Note the exclamation point). Or another of my personal favorites, “Well, hard to realize, Christmas has rolled round once more!” Then there is the more expansive version of this, “Well, Christmas finds us all one year older, but young as ever in the spirit of the Season!” The experts tell us what is being said is unimportant, just as long as the sentence starts with “Well,” and ends, of course with an exclamation mark.

Following the script, the letters seem to delve ever so slightly on the families misfortunes they suffered during the year, and then on to amuse us with the happy events, and of course they miss no opportunity for self-congratulations.

All that said, I was sad to hear the experts state that Social Media has impacted our favorite Christmas pastime of reading these letters. It seems that due to Social Media the amount of cards and letters we receive is dwindling. Oh my!  I truly find this ominous, what will it mean to us if no one sends out cards and letters anymore? I love sending and opening these cards.  Why? It’s not the greeting inside the card, but the recognition that a distant friend or relative we hadn't heard from in a year was still thinking about us, and maybe sharing news about major events of the past 12 months that we wouldn’t have normally known about.

I confess I love hearing about what the people who lived by me 20 years ago, or those I worked with are up to.  Even though I sometimes have to jog my memory to figure out who they are and why they are sending me a card. <Grin>  But if it weren’t for this annual tradition, I think it would be easy to lose touch. Don’t get me wrong, I love technology and social media such as FB and Twitter. It is fun seeing the pictures of family and friends and the instant insight into what’s going on in their world.  But alas, it just doesn’t replace the fact that someone has our name and address in an old address book they pull out at Christmas. It tells me at the moment they wrote the card they were thinking of us and sending the card or letter reminds us of that and them.

It is my opinion we shouldn’t just write off the liking of the Christmas letter and cards to nostalgia, I think it’s weirder than nostalgia. It’s not just looking back on one happy era, but standing for actually putting pen to paper, and writing. I believe it’s still important,that we need a symbol of the past to compare with the symbols of the present.

So as for BFF hubby and I, we hope we’re not seeing the death of the Christmas card and letter because of social media, but are a part of its rebirth. 

When all is said and done, we love the corny confessional, self-promotional, hokey, charming, earnest, introspective missives we receive each year.  And on that that note I will sign off and share with you what came out of the minds of BFF hubby and me in our annual Christmas missive. We think we hit all the must haves in the letter, while still laughing at ourselves and the premise of the Christmas Letter.

The Dreaded Christmas Letter from the Kretchman’s.     

Dear friends and family,

This year Grumps, aka Steve or Dad, decided to get serious about golfing. He had an Ah Ha moment and decided golf is for everyone, not just the talented few. Yes he did it. He enrolled in golf lessons and we know it is working because he is hitting fewer bystanders/houses and is repairing fewer clubs. He now lectures other golfers at the Country Club on how to shave 5 points off their game, he calls it an eraser.  He plays rain or shine all the while telling me not to worry about lightening.  He just holds up a 1 iron, because after all, not even God can hit a 1 iron. He will be presented this year’s Gaming Award for the most hours logged.

Living our idyllic Sun Lakes life, we thought we had sealed ourselves into a crime free enclave.  Ah but not so!  The Crime Network will be featuring our Colombo type adventure soon, by sharing the story of our harrowing mishap of someone stealing our beloved golf cart. It truly happened right in front of the clubhouse while we were enjoying lunch.  Grumps was sure I was having a serious senior moment as he went into detective mode, only to find it wasn’t so. It had actually vanished. But do not despair, there is hope for humanity!  A Good Samaritan followed our golf cart through the gates and called the local police. All’s well that ends well as Grumps got his trusty stead back.  We also learned a valuable life lesson, which I shall graciously share with you regarding golf cart security; golf cart manufacturers key the golf carts with the same key for the whole model year. Brilliant!

I Gram, aka Raelene or Mom, am proud to announce I received national recognition for watching every season of the Gilmore Girls on Netflix in record time.  But Kudos must go to the Amazon Fire Stick for making all this possible. I have since decreed the Fire Stick as the best invention of the 21st century!  Another of my proud accomplishments; I single handedly saved Amazon with my online shopping and Kindle purchases. I am proud to announce my nomination for a “Best of the Net” award for my blog, (which by the way is the only way I have to explain my own life to myself).  I shall also be receiving the prestigious “Social Innovation Award” for having booked the most meetings and social engagements at one time on a single calendar.  On the medical front, the doctor discovered that I have a disease called “proquiltinating” for which there is apparently no cure. Steve, has to suffer along with me as it continues to take over my life. The medical definition for “proquiltinating” is: working on quilts when you should be doing laundry, cleaning house, cooking, eating or any other normal life tasks. I am getting through it with my version of the “Fight Song” titled “She Who Dies with the Most Fabric is not Quilting Fast Enough.”

As for Gimli, he is now in the Guinness book of records for being the first dog rejected by the Doggie K-9 Boot Camp. However, we are proud to announce he will be receiving this year’s fitness award from Michelle Obama as a result of his hard work in going to doggy marathons and diet innovations (no more doggie cookies). His efforts resulted in the shedding of 10 lbs., thus setting an example for dogs everywhere.  He was also very ambitious in finding a cure for his aggression.  He is currently in negotiations with Pfizer for doggy downers.

In closing we would just like to say, if anything in this letter strikes you as the least bit plausible, please go out and stock up on hay ‘cuz Santa’s bringing you a pony. *

Wishing you and yours a Very Merry Christmas, and a Joyous, Healthy & Prosperous New Year!

Steve, Raelene & Gimli

*Okay, maybe the part about Gimli is a little true

I thank you again for taking this retirement journey with me, or as I refer to it, “my longest coffee break."  I'm just sayin’…