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Category: Living intentionally

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Invictus: Survival, Autonomy, Faith

A smarty and funny Twitter friend and blogger recently reminded me of William Ernest Henley’s poem Invictus. Think of it as a Victorian teenage boy’s version of Gloria Gaynor’s I Will Survive. At the dawn of his adolescence, Henley was stricken by osseous tuberculosis, eventually having to endure a below-the-knee...

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Wishy-washy-ish. Or Middle Age Malaise.

Today I found myself writing, “I am at the -ish phase of my life. Retired-ish. Working-ish.” I could add old-ish, sick-ish, energetic-ish, productive-ish. That’s kind of yuck-ish. All my life, my choices and behavior have been decisive and even radical. I have made stellar mistakes and accepted the consequences. I...

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The Sculpture of Disease

When I read Robert Morgan’s poem “Maple Gall” a few days ago, the first phrases to strike me were tortured cluster of malignancies… cells grow drunk… awful excess growths and, of course, I thought of the cancer that I live with, and I was drawn in. I continued to read beauty...

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