Category Aging

Refugium

Refugium: an area where conditions have enabled a species or a community of species to survive after extinction in surrounding areas. An area in which a population of organisms can survive through a period of unfavorable conditions;  an area of relatively unaltered climate…

Maple, Dreaming

There lives this one tree to which I have bonded, this maple–outside the window over my desk, just beyond the green mailbox. It is deeply rooted in my life. It stands for all the trees in all the world, an object…

Fit After Fifty

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Once, briefly, I agreed to help promote an ebook about fitness in later life. For one reason or another, that project’s business model never gained altitude. I found this bit, which I’d written for that project, and thought maybe there…

Time: The Doppler Effect

I’m still debriefing from the West Virginia trip that began almost two weeks ago. It was an anticipated event I watched on the calendar as it came closer and closer. It was briefly time under my own feet in the…

Young Blood and The Thread of Life

elderly aging longevity

Things come in threes and when they do, I start to see shapes in the clouds. Creativity, after all, is putting together what already exists–often in some other person’s work or thoughts or writings–in novel ways to make them your…

Never Forever

Home place Goose Creek

The way things are can take on illusion of permanence. All permanence within nature is a fiction. I remember as a very young man lying on my back in the cool shade of a sandstone ledge , its massive brow…

Skin Stats and Stitches

I grew up southern. Our summers started in March and our clothes came off as the temps stayed high for the next 9 months. I worked shirtless for summer jobs that included life-guarding at a summer girl’s camp. I fished…

The VBR

This week we’ve been excavating the Very Back Room. It is the kind of task that has a beginning, but once breached, it gushes decisions and piles and pools of anguish of seemingly endless volume. I wrote some thoughts about…

Climbing Cardiac Mountain

Click the first image to open the gallery browser, then click the arrow >> to move forward and back. Just three images, so not much of a gallery. We figure as long as we can make it to the top…

Chop Wood, Carry Water

Buying that first wood stove in 1975 was a pragmatic decision–an option we really could not refuse. Fuel oil was 17 cents a gallon. Our first monthly bill in the old house on Withers Road in Wytheville was 300-something dollars…

Facing Retirement: Part Two

Here, a second excerpt from Aging Through the Lens of Time from my second book, What We Hold In Our Hands: a Slow Road Reader. I am thinking and writing elsewhere about the role that photography has played in my…