Category: Inner Peace (Page 1 of 20)

Loneliness, or solitude?

Are you feeling lonely?

Or are you enjoying solitude?

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Interesting that a situation can be both for some of us, especially as we grow older and friends or family members move away, or die, leaving us to feel the loss of their companionship and support.

Yet we can feel alone without feeling lonely. And we can definitely feel very lonely even in the midst of a crowd.

And unfortunately, feeling lonely is really bad for us. Researchers have concluded that feeling left out, lonely, apart from others can do the same damage to our physical health as smoking 15 cigarettes.

15 cigarettes!  That’s not good for sure. And then there’s the damage to our emotional and mental health. But remember, we’re talking about loneliness—not solitude.

Theologian, professor and deep thinker Paul Tillich spent a lot of time pondering what it really means to be alone and/or lonely.

In “The Eternal Now”, he writes: “Our language has wisely sensed these two sides of man’s being alone. It has created the word “loneliness” to express the pain of being alone. And it has created the word “solitude” to express the glory of being alone…”

Tillich goes on to discuss the many ways in which solitude can serve our souls. “Solitude can also be found in the reading of poetry, in listening to music, in looking at pictures, and in sincere thoughtfulness. We are alone…but we are not lonely.   Solitude protects us without isolating us.”

Enjoying solitude can be a challenge in modern life. Cell phones. Texting. Emails. Meet-up groups. Online dating. Conference calls. Even church. While all can enhance our lives, are they sometimes robbing us of the solitude we each need to keep our balance?

And what about the inventors, artists, writers, poets, and others who are driven to creative expression? Is this even possible without time alone…and is time alone even possible?

Tillich says, “You cannot become or remain creative without solitude. One hour of conscious solitude will enrich your creativity far more than hours of trying to learn the creative process.”

IMG_0503 - Version 3True, some do very well bouncing ideas and concepts off of others in a group. But for me, and for many of the creative people I’ve worked with, spending some time alone to let the tiny nuggets of ideas float to the top has always been much more productive.

How else can we hear what our minds and hearts are trying to tell us?

Some people are extroverts. And some are introverts…people who, according to Psychology Today, engage the world in fundamentally different ways. Social engagements can drain them, while quiet time gives them an energy boost. In fact, MRI studies have shown that people who are considered loners actually experience more blood flow in certain areas of their brains during social situations, which can be exhausting.

At the age of 82, Psychologist Carl Jung wrote in a letter these words: “Solitude is for me a fount of healing which makes my life worth living. Talking is often torment for me, and I need many days of silence to recover from the futility of words….”

Still, it’s important to remember that loneliness can wreck out health, even increasing the risk of early death. So what to do? You can’t just build a friend in the basement.

But you can take some simple steps to help you feel better and maybe make it easier to make new connections.

Take a walk and greet someone new. Exercise in a new class.  Learn tai chi.  Travel with a tour group.  Attend an outdoor concert.  Strike up a conversation with someone in a coffee shop. Sign up for a volunteer event. Get a pet—trust me, you won’t be lonely long.

Whether you’re feeling lonely at the moment, or enjoying a quiet break from the crowd, balance is always the key. As boomers and beyond, we know we have to be a part of the world, but we also know we must feed our souls. As Hobson said to Arthur, “Yes, bathing is a lonely business.” But it’s one we must do every day.

“Let us dare to have solitude—to face the eternal, to find others, to see ourselves.”

     Paul Tillich

Wisdom of The Trees.

It’s been a while…quite a while…since this blog was updated. Apologies to those who actually looked forward to new posts (you both are too kind).

I could say I’ve been sunning on my yacht in France, trekking with the sled dogs in the Yukon, or working in the laboratory coming up with a cure for the current rash of apathy that seems to be overtaking everyone.

But I wouldn’t be telling the truth. The truth is much less exciting.

The truth is I did get very busy with my work, then slipped into some kind of mental paralysis where I just didn’t have it in me at the end of day to come up with anything interesting.

Never stopped me before, right?   

What strikes me most about all this is the slippery slope that seems to get more slippery as the years go by. At times, it’s just too easy to opt for lethargy. Not that there’s anything wrong with slowing a bit, being more choosy with whom you spend your time, and be much more discerning about what you do with your time. We’ve earned the right, right? And frankly some activities don’t have the appeal they once did.

To me, Nature is always the best choice. The peace, the stillness, the lack of pretense that is the natural world.

Near where I live, there’s a path that goes through a lot of trees, many of which appear to have been around for many years. I walk through there almost daily, listening to the wind rustle the leaves, hearing the birds, and just enjoying the scene. My favorite trees are the ones that look the most worn; their bark is falling away, and their color is not that different than the silver white hair of an aging human. While the younger, thinner, more energetic trees around them sway easily in the breeze, these elder statesman never move. Their leaves are long gone and now they have only a few bare branches that reach out quietly. They are a source of strength and power.

Come what may, they prevail.

Hermann Hesse writes, “When we learn how to listen to trees, then the brevity and quickness and childlike hastiness of our thoughts achieve an incomparable joy.” Walt Whitman was in love with trees and advised spending serious time with them.

If you’ve never stopped  on a mountain trail to “shake hands with a tree” (put your arms around it), you’re missing out.

If it sounds crazy that’s okay with me. All I know is on the days when things seem out of control, frustrating, sad or pointless, a walk past a few of these stalwart guardians restores the soul. While the young and green bend, shake, and fall apart in the storms, my ragged, yet strong friends are always there, waiting, with a wisdom that can’t be found anywhere else. A wisdom that can only come from years of growth. And probably countless pests messing up its hair.

The wisdom of the trees. So worth knowing. Especially when we turn those “big” birthdays that we can’t believe are happening. How did this happen this fast? How can someone who used to go hear live music at 11 p.m. now find it impossible to stay awake past 9 p.m.? It’s all going by so fast, that just can’t be right.

And then there’s that gorgeous, wrinkled tree.  

With a beauty that only an old soul can have. It’s a beauty we all have as we age, even if we exhaust ourselves trying to cover it up or replace it with new parts. We are who and what we are, and even on our bad days, or times when we are sure everyone else is happier and younger than us, we are each a miracle.

So let’s keep rockin’ it. And I’ll do my part, too. 

“The clearest way into the universe is through a forest of wilderness.”

John Muir

A Boomer’s Thanksgiving 2021.

It’s here.

That moment around the Thanksgiving table filled with wondrous high-caloric temptations and goodies when some young relative innocently raises his or her said and utters the dreaded sentence:

Let’s go around the table and all say what we’re thankful for.”  

Uh oh.

By this point, you’ve either been in the kitchen since 4 a.m. and you’re mainly thankful for sitting down, or you’re already in a sugar-induced trance and you’re thankful for sitting down, or you’re trying very hard to keep from slapping someone and you’re thankful for sitting down.

But now the gauntlet has been thrown down.  You must appear to be somewhat intelligent.  Generous.  Considerate of those around you.  (Even though you’re convinced a few of them voted badly in the last election and maybe a few owe you money.)

Oh my, where is this tacky inner voice coming from?

Of course you’re thankful for good health. For the ability to see, walk and hear.  For friends and family.  For the food on the table, the roof over your head and the clothes you wear.  You’re truly grateful for it all, and you lift a sincere prayer for those who are not so fortunate.

And these days, there are far, far, far too many of those.

But just for a moment, take a look at the lighter side of gratitude.  The little things that maybe no one says out loud but several are thinking.  The little things that can make or break a day.

For instance, as a boomer, you might say you are grateful for:

Elastic.  

Naps.

Senior discounts.

Elevators.

Cheese dip.

No short-term memory (sometimes, it’s handy.)

More elastic.

The mute button.

Someone else bagging the leaves.

Indoor plumbing.

Chinese take-out.

Remotes.

Your favorite sweatshirt.  Socks.  Cap.

Watching the original “Bishop’s Wife” every holiday and feeling like Cary Grant and Loretta Young are right next to you.

A warm cat on your lap.

A warm dog lying across your feet.

Fat pants.

Not answering the phone after 8 p.m.

“Arthritis” caps on Alleve.

Eyeglasses.  Several pairs of eyeglasses. 

Knowing where these eyeglasses are.

Phoning an old friend and enjoying a happy hour over the phone.

Knowing your turkey and dressing turned out wonderfully because you’ve been making it longer than just about anyone else in the room.

Booster vaccinations.

Taking real joy in watching others and really understanding how precious life is.

See above.

And did I mention elastic?

As we get older, let’s embrace what we’ve earned…the right to sit back, breathe and enjoy it all…and focus on what really matters:  time to be grateful.  Time to relish in the small joys of life. And maybe a little extra time on the couch!

“I am grateful for what I am and what I have.  My thanksgiving is perpetual.”

     Henry David Thoreau

Welcoming Fall Differently

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Fall in 2020

Early morning cool as you wave to someone across the street

Leaves starting their journey

Soft jackets with stubborn zippers that match your mask

Football games on televisions with masked cheerleaders

Squirrels getting busier

Chili peppers teasing your nose

Pumpkin carving at a safe distance

New pencils and sharp crayons on the kitchen table

Meeting new characters on television (including teachers)

Early blanket of darkness

Elk are bugling

Socks and sweatshirts and face guards and hand sanitizers

Warm cider and hot tea

A different light in the afternoon

Airing out the quilt and wanting to get underneath it until the election is over

Reading the Farmer’s Almanac

Stocking up on essentials but not buying all the TP on the shelf

Summer’s last gasp and yet it is hard to remember the last 3 months

Laughing by the fire pit at least 6 feet apart

Praying for exhausted doctors, nurses, EMTs

What is Fall for you? A time of exciting new beginnings? Or painful memories from years gone by? Does the cool air energize and inspire you, or do you wish summer’s warmth would linger?  Of course you may live somewhere that offers high temperatures year-round. If so, what does the change of season mean to you?

I’ve always viewed the fall with mixed emotions. As a child, it was the whole back-to-school thing. Then it was the back-to-campus thing during college. Then you “become an adult” and school calendars no longer rule your life. Yet now in this crazy age, I truly sympathize with how a global pandemic has interfered with all the traditions of returning to school, no matter the age. For children, for young people, for teachers, for parents.   

I do hope we can hold on to what is good about Fall.

IMG_6287I think it’s always been a time to go inward and be still.  Changing leaves. Gorgeous sunsets. A slowing down and taking care.

Now as I am much older, Fall is also symbolic of how quickly things change. How life passes before we’re ready.

Losing an amazing person like Ruth Bader Ginsburg is a strong reminder.  She didn’t sit around and wait for things to change.  She changed them. And she didn’t stop when she grew older.  What an inspiration!  We owe it to her to stay active, involved, and engaged in what is going on in this world.

We owe it to her to VOTE for decency, honesty, fairness, integrity, intelligence, and empathy—things that must be brought back to the White House if we are to survive.   Because the time to do so is NOW.

We don’t live forever. We can make plans and look ahead but we must not let time get away from us. We need to take the trip today, tell someone we love him or her today, have dessert first today.

We should not “postpone our joy”.

Fall is a new season. But I think inside, it’s also our cue to pull the blanket around us and warm up to our lives.

Luckily, as boomers, we have a lot of kindling.

“There is a pearl in every season. Find it. Then give all you have to claim it.”

       Joan Sauro

“I would like to be remembered as someone who used whatever talent she had to do her work to the very best of her ability.”

Ruth Bader Ginsburg

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