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Thursday, October 22, 2020

Life Lessons on the Tens (Fives)

I am looking at this once again as I have a number of times in my life. This time I add my lesson(s) at being 75 years old. As one gets older, I think it would be of benefit to evaluate one's life more often than every ten years. So maybe the title should be: "Lessons on the Fives."

If it looks familiar, you have read it before. The new stuff begins below at "2020-Real time lesson at 75." Read on.

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I was born on March 27, 1945. This year I will be 72! Following is an essay, in a different form, which was first published in 1995 when I was 50 years old and has been added to a number of times as each new “ten-year insight” arrived.

Every decade I seem to come up with a realization of life ... at least life as it appears and applies to me. While the realization itself may not be a new concept, suddenly it “makes sense” to me in a way that the mere words might not have in the past. 

As one ages, there does seem to be an unspoken age restriction. As I have gotten older, I have had to work harder to stay in the flow of life and of society, so to speak, and to believe that I can accomplish whatever I put my mind to.

Change becomes more difficult because one has more to lose (potentially) and with greater risk. One feels less resilient, less flexible, more attached to routine and habit. I watched this in my parents, thought them the fools, but have gradually seen the same in me, the bigger fool!

I have also calmed down, discovered, and like who I am, have belief systems, have faith in my abilities to deal with the ups and downs of being alive. I have had my failures and poor health. I have had my successes and excellent health. 

I have accomplished a lot, been good to others, and live a good life. I try to always be compassionate, generous, and kind to others. I am grateful to those in my life and to those who have passed through and on, beyond my life.

I have added the 10s, 20s, and 30s in retrospect.  During my 10th (1955) and 20th (1965) year, I was too young to do much introspection. During my 30th (1975,) like most young adults, I did not think much about the future as in my mind I was immortal, never would die, didn’t even need to think about life insurance!

The ’40s (1985) shared its message but I did not write about it until I turned 50, realizing that there would be a continuing, growing chain, if I was fortunate, of awareness and that I should set them down.

The '50s, ’60s, and '70s lessons happened and were essayed in real-time. The "life lessons" just seemed to dictate themselves to me as I wrote.

So read on to discover my "Lessons on the Tens".

1955-Retrospective lesson at 10: I hate! 

I hate school. I hate my classmates. I hate my parents. I hate my life. Men turn me on but I do not understand this (and there are no role models to help.)

1965-Retrospective lesson at 20: Who am I anyway?

When will puberty hit? I am still waiting. Who am I anyway? I do not know what I think, I do not know what I believe, I do not know who I am. I love college but hate studying and tests. I am still attracted to Men, there are very few role models, but I know how to hook up!

1975-Retrospective lesson at 30: I do NOT hate and I am who I am!

Finally graduated from college, love teaching, love my life as an adult. My "growing up late or mid-life crisis early" expressed itself as I quit teaching and ran away to Mexico. I have worked at discovering myself. 

I am comfortable with my sexuality. Understand now that I am a homosexual, better known as “Gay.” I have found Men! I had my first love relationship with a man named Robert, which lasted for 13 years followed by meeting my soul mate and best friend and husband, Gregory, for a relationship that would last for 41 years!

Real-time lesson at 40 in 1985 but not committed to writing until 1995:   Life is linear. Some choices have to be left behind and there is no going back to those intersections. Your entire life is still ahead of you. Use it well!

After a birthday party, my teaching colleagues gave me at lunchtime, I looked more closely than usual at a group photograph of teachers taken many years earlier before I began teaching.

In that photograph there were people I was teaching with now, older than I, who had just begun their career many years ago as a young man or woman, there were pictures of people I used to teach with who now were dead. 

There were some pictures of colleagues who, like me, were forty or forty-something. Of course there were no “twenty-something” new teachers included in these photos because they were still at their studies at university. I realized that as life goes on, one cannot go back. Life is linear and it usually goes forward

1995-Real time lesson at 50:  Life has a beginning, a middle, and an end. Most of your life is still ahead of you. Use it well! 

With this realization came the idea that life had choices left behind. I still was a person with strong ideals. I still had great wishes, hopes, and aspirations. I still believed that I could accomplish anything I put my mind to. But I realized that having come forward (in a linear fashion) I had left behind some choices on the road of life.

I could not “go back” and take those roads anymore. They were too far behind. For example, at 50 I would no longer be able to run away to New York to become a young ingénue actor or dancer (although certainly, I could still be an actor and maybe a dancer.) I would no longer be able to experience my early days in college and make choices regarding my future (although certainly, I could still make many decisions regarding what I wanted to do with my life.) I would no longer be able to share stories with my Gramma Lindenbaum who had died many years before (although certainly I  could still hold her in my heart and talk to her in my memory.)

2005-Real time lesson at 60: In life, there is here and there is the here-after. So live for the here and try not to worry too much about the here-after. A lot of life is still ahead of you. Use it well!

This was a hard decade. My friend Marla was sick and dying of cancer. My father had been ill and died a few weeks before my birthday. I had problems of my own at home including Lymphoma and a year lost to Chemo Therapy. A few years later and we would receive Gregory's diagnosis of Dementia, most likely Alzheimer's Disease.

While I still considered myself young, my body did not always cooperate. Once I could push a table until it moved, now I would push it until my arm or back gave out. While I still considered myself young, I wondered what 70 would feel like, and 80? And those 20 years certainly would feel different than 20 to 40 or even 30 to 50. Death certainly became a bigger player in my life, that of others and the impending one of my own.

Meanwhile, life is good. I consider myself fortunate in my friends, my family, and in Gregory (now 30 years together and counting.) I am fortunate in the choices I have made in the past, will be fortunate in the choices I still have to make in the future.

And now as I approach my 70th birthday on March 27, 2015, here is my Life Lesson on the Tens for turning Seventy! I could be humorous and say the lesson is looking in the mirror and saying, "How in the FUCK did this happen? Who is this old man?” but last night I did get an insight into my lesson for the 70'S.

2015-Real time lesson at 70: If there are things you want to accomplish in life, it is now or never. No more "When I get to it." or "When other things are in place." or "Maybe someday." It is NOW or NEVER! There is still life to be lived ahead of you. Use it well!

I am closer to the hereafter than I am to the here. While the lesson may seem negative, the unstated part of the message is, "Live and love, for today because it is all you really have!” 

Many things have occurred to which I hadn’t given much thought between my 60’s and 70’s. My mother died on my birthday, March 27, 2005, when I was 60. I consider it a blessing that she began her next journey on the day she helped me begin mine! My beloved kitty, Mariah, also died when I was 65 and she joins my other kitties, Broadway and Hoover, and countless dogs in the hereafter. 

Gregory’s descent into dementia slowly took its toll through my 60’s and he died October 4, 2015, when I was 70 plus 7 months, 12 years after his diagnosis with dementia, most likely Alzheimer’s Disease. 

With great love, there is great grief. So it is with my grief at Gregory’s passing and the 12 years grieving the losses we experienced during his 12 years living with dementia. While I miss him so, I have had to question the meaning of life and death, and have been able to create a new physicality with which to relate to Gregory … I came out the other side a better person so aware of the many gifts I have and have been given during my life by the people around me, especially Gregory!

Throughout his decline, we developed new ways of communicating and relating and our love continued to grow even greater and was more pure for being totally unqualified. We both did the best we could, for the most part, did it gracefully, and we were definitely NOT victims of Alzheimer’s but rather heros!

The legacy (Gregory and) I have been able to establish as a way of “giving back” include: Michael’s Museum: A Curious Collection of Tiny Treasures, a permanent exhibit at Chicago Children’s Museum on Navy Pier; the MORE THAN EVER EDUCATION FUND providing educational opportunities and scholarships to greater Chicago area youth confronting homelessness and administered by the primer not-for-profit organization La Casa Norte; “Alzheimer’s: A Love Story,” a documentary following Gregory and me during the last few weeks of his life, done by the son of Gregory’s best college friend, Gabe Schimmel which has gone on to be accepted by over 75 film festivals across the U.S. and around the world, and winner of over 35 audience and jury awards, including two best of show awards from the Cannes Film Festival! 

Yet to come during my 70’s are desires to get my memoirs published: GYROSCOPE: An Alzheimer’s Love Story.

I also hope to  create “Alzheimer’s: The Musical,” (you may laugh at the title. Many have.) This Broadway musical would cover Gregory and my love story, our journey with Alzheimer’s, as well as the milestones in the history of Gay Liberation. 

I have written a dozen manuscripts of children’s picture books which I would love to get published, want to add a number of collections to Michael’s Museum working with Chicago Children’s Museum, would love to study the volumes of Gregory’s fiction writing and get some of that published posthumously, and would love to document his life and work as an architect. I also hope to continue traveling the world, being with family and friends, enjoying my kitties, loving my condo in Evanston, and wondering what else might come up! 

Today is all you really have and I intend to live well until I die!

2020-Real time lesson at 75: Today is the time in which to live your fullest. Yesterday is long gone, tomorrow may never come. Now is all the time you really have. I intend to live well until I die and then to die well! I believe that the best way I can live my life is to  be a compassionate, generous, and kind person in support of others and in being good to myself as well. There is still life to be lived ahead. Use it well!

One of the largest ongoing life lessons, which has taken 75 years so far, but becomes more apparent the more years I add, is that "Enlightenment" and "Living a Meaningful, Good Life" are already part of who you are. They are not something you need to learn or develop anew, but rather the work lies in trying to discover where it already exists inside you and helping it to be part of your everyday expression of life.

This came across my desktop from Facebook: 

An extensive study in the U.S.A found that the most productive age in human life is between 60-70 years of age. The 2nd. most productive stage of the human being is from 70 to 80 years of age. The 3rd. most productive stage is from 50 to 60 years of age.

The average age of NOBEL PRIZE winners is 62 years old. The average age of the presidents of prominent companies in the world is 63 years. The average age of the pastors of the 100 largest churches in the U.S.A. is 71. The average age of the Popes is 76 years.
 
This tells us in a way that it has been determined, that the best years of your life are between 60 and 80 years. A study published in NEW ENGLAND JOURNAL OF MEDICINE found that at age 60, you reach the TOP of your potential and this continues into your 80s.Therefore, if you are between 60 -70 or 70-80 you are in the BEST and second level of your life.
SOURCE: N.Engl.J .Med. 70,389 (2018) ..

So this leads me to the formulation of my lesson on being 75 years old (actually March 27, 2020.)  I am more comfortable with the concept of dying although I still do not want to die, or at least not yet. I enjoy and look forward to each day, am fairly productive, continue to grow my collections with abandon (but with mindful abandon,) continue to study and grow in considering myself a Buddhist, and continue to explore life and develop new skills.

There are so many people in my life whom I love and who love me. This is probably one of the strongest forces that adds to a well lived, quality life. Of importance is to make sure that you let those you love know it, to be there for them when they need support, and to be able to ask for their support in turn.

I feel like I still have a lot to accomplish, a lot to share with others, a lot to create, a lot to experience. My 75 year old body is making that take a little more energy and a little more time but I keep on keeping on without too much thought about my "decline" or my "end." I notice aches and pains, acknowledge them but do not begin "stories" about the why and wherefore of them. If they do not move on by themselves, I seek medical assistance as well as continue to work on understanding what changes my body is telling me to make.

Speaking of life and death, I have experienced DEATH on the fives: 2005, my father Louis died. 2010, my mother Adeline died. 2015, my love, best friend, and husband Gregory died. And recently, 2020, the day after her 80th birthday, my sister Libbe died. 

While most of my grief went to Gregory, there was also grief for my mom, dad, and sister. All of their deaths caused and enabled me to take a close look at "What Makes a Life?" My most recent writing about that was posted here: CLICK HERE TO READ. Opens in a new window. 

The lessons learned from having loved them and lost them, or better their having gone home, have helped me to be a better person and to live my life not only as well as possible but to stretch myself to be even better then I ever thought I could be. 

I continue to write every day, recently published Counting Down the Yardstick: A Reincarnation Memoir, and A Relationship of Writers which unfortunately will not be available to the public for various reasons. Work on my life memoirs, musical, opera, etc have slowed down but the flame will be fanned again soon. 

In part COVID 19 has slowed things down and a new style of living the day to day of life is changed. I have found peace with self quarantining and enjoying my solitude, my condo, my meal cooking, pastry baking, keeping up with TV, my kitties, my life. I miss things like opera, musicals, movies, eating out, and travel. 

My heart is heavy for those who are ill, have had loved ones die, are out of work, are diminished in various other ways due to the pandemic. I send all of them positive, healing energy and do what I can to support financially various organizations that work to make it better.

I continue to support The More Than Ever Education Fund, in memory of Gregory, and the work that La Casa Norte does in providing support to young people and their education. 

A bright spot just a few days ago was the arrival of my first Grand God Son Eddie, via parents Isaac and Jessie Liang Bloom, my God Son and God Daughter-in-Law. Wow, that makes me a Grand God Father!

In closing of these thoughts and lessons on being 75 years old, "With Age Comes Wisdom." Not only wisdom about the things of life but wisdom about the self and how the self interacts with those things of life. There is a growth in the wisdom brought by opportunities, experiences, other people, reading, music, the arts, etc. And besides just noticing the growth, one learns to value it and to look closely at it to try to see what lessons for the future it might bring. Even though the future is not guaranteed one should be prepared! 


Friday, January 26, 2018

Facing Adversity in Love

I wonder when a love relationship faces adversity in the beginning of its formation and the couple are able to work on the differences, if that in fact doesn't help to make the relationship stronger, more cohesive, more authentic, more true, less problematic.

Many relationships begin in a "pie eyed, head in the stars" manner. Excited feelings not to mention the lust and sexual actvities seem to rule beginning relationships. The emotional impact of love often covers the reality of two people beginning to know each other, to learn about each others likes and dislikes, good bad and ugly points.

Often when the difficulties in relating, in living together, in being oneself as well as part of a partnership finally come to light, it is too late to easily do anything about it or even to recognize the cause of the unhappiness.

The engagement is celebrated, the wedding is planned and then takes place, living arrangements are made, furniture and decoration of the apartment ensues, careers are pursued and/or or educational advancement sought, cars and houses are purchased, having children is discussed and planned, eventually a child (or children) join the relationship.

All the time these above activities have been distractions filling time and not allowing the two people in the original relationship to really enjoy themselves let alone to deal with their difficulties, inability to relate, sexual need differences, inability communicate, and more. This especially does not make for a happy family with children.

Perhaps therapy, individual or couple, takes place and perhaps some or all of the difficulties are successfully dealt with. But after so many years of "shoveling the shit into the attic" the ceiling begins to drip shit and one drip of shit cannot be distinguished from the other let alone the time frame of when it was first shoveled and/or where it was shoveled from and by whom! (Read that again to make sure you follow.)

So many marriages end in divorce, so many spend their years in sorrow, anger, avoidance, and often verbal and physical abuse and violence. '

Back to my original premise, perhaps identifying the adversity in the beginning will help to increase the chances of success of the new love relationship. Perhaps arguing and disagreeing upfront helps. Perhaps therapy from the get go will reveal the causes of the conflict and allow the couple to begin to work on solving or at least understanding their differences and  allowing their love to develop in a healthy, solid way.

Perhaps seeing a couple holding hands in wedded bliss is really looking at them through  a cloud whereas seeing them arguing, separating and then coming back together again, at odds with each other on and off, is a way of seeing a couple actively working their way towards a long lived, successful marriage.




Wednesday, September 13, 2017

A Rudder, A Till, or Going in Circles

Technically, A rudder is a primary control surface used to steer a ship, boat, submarine, hovercraft, aircraft, or other conveyance that moves through a fluid medium (generally air or water). Without a rudder, the conveyance tends to go in circles rather than the intended direction.

During a conversation with my sister-in-law Diane whose husband Mark Sr. died recently after a long illness, while we were comparing our "states of being a Widow," she said she felt rudderless

I knew what she meant as I felt the same for a while after Gregory's passing, although not using that word. Her use of the word rudderless got me to thinking.

In the beginning, the time I no longer had to devote to Gregory's care was devoted (not necessarily by choice) to mourning and taking care of the details in his death. Once the mourning was less overwhelming and all consuming, I found that I had a lot of extra time on my hands.

I would get up early, have breakfast, go through my e-mail, pay bills, write for a while, have lunch, go grocery shopping, put the groceries away, take a nap, make dinner, clean up the dishes, watch a few TV programs ... and then it would be only 7:00 and I was ready to end the day. 7:00 fucking o'clock!

I didn't want to watch more TV or read or take on another project. But go to bed at 7:00? Not possible. Sometimes I gave in by 8:00. I felt like I was biding my time until it was my turn to die.

After a while, that schedule widened and before I knew it the clock was telling me 10:00 or 12:00 and it could legitimately be bedtime.

After our conversation about rudderlessness, I got to thinking is that so bad? After so many years (five for Diane, twelve for me) of such intense focus on caring for our spouses, was it so bad to allow ourselves time to do just nothing, or do something if and when we felt like it?

Did we need to keep schedules, fill our time, have direction or could we allow ourselves to live in a state of relative emptiness as we mourned and missed our partners and as we recreated a new life in which to spend our time? Being older and having taken care of our partner for such a long time could we not take the time to rediscover how we wanted to spend our time or discover for the first time new ways in which to do so?

Often people in general, even without experiencing the loss of a life partner, pressure themselves to fill their time and not only to fill it, but to do so in a meaningful, productive way.

Sometimes the busyness is a way to cover not dealing with things with which they need to deal but are afraid to face. Sometimes it is because they are just not comfortable with free time, with empty time, with time to think, with silence. Sometimes it may be because they feel that the only measure of who they are is what they accomplish.

I think the lesson here is to learn how to be comfortable in not always needing to listen to the "noises in our head," to keep busy, to have purpose 24/7/365. We need to learn to like oneself enough to ignore other people's expectations for us. be comfortable being alone, and to enjoy being quiet with oneself. 

I believe that in emptiness there are lessons to be learned, fuel to help run life when it needs to be run, and time to reflect and to grow and arrive in new places in that growth. Going in circles can clear the mind and open new avenues on which to walk life's path.

Gregory and I loved the term Flaneur. Flâneur"stroller", "lounger", "saunterer", or "loafer". Flânerie is the act of strolling, with all of its accompanying associations.

The flâneur was, first of all, a literary type from 19th century France, essential to any picture of the streets of Paris. The word carried a set of rich associations: the man of leisure, the idler, the urban explorer, the connoisseur of the street.

Some of our best vacation times in Paris, Tuscany, Madrid, Barcelona, Puerto Villarta were spent wandering around the streets without any predetermined plan, seeing what would come across our path, what might be discovered, what new experiences might lie just around the corner or on the next block. 

Maybe allowing yourself to be rudderless now and then, to be a Flaneur, is a great way to really live life to its fullest and to be surprised along the way!



Saturday, February 21, 2015

Life Lessons on the Tens


This is reprinted from a post in May 2013:

There does seem to be an unspoken age restriction. As I have gotten older, I have had to work harder to stay in the flow, so to speak, and to believe that I can accomplish whatever I put my mind to. Change becomes more difficult because one has more to loose (potentially) and with greater risk. One feels less resilient, less flexible, more attached to routine and habit. I watched this in my parents, thought them the fool, but have gradually seen the same in me.

But I have also calmed down, discovered and like who I am, have belief systems, have faith in my abilities to deal with the ups and downs of being alive.

I have shared this previously, but recently the topic came up again. I have added the 10's, 20',s and 30's in retrospect. My lessons in life, which came on the 10's are:

10: I hate school. I hate my classmates. I hate my parents. I hate my life. Men turn me on but I do not understand this (and there are no role models to help.)

20: When will puberty hit? I am still waiting. Who am I anyway? I do not know what I think, I do not know what I believe, I do not know who I am. I love college but hate studying and tests. I am still attracted to Men, there are very few role models, but I know how to hook up!

30: Finally graduated college, love teaching, love my life as an adult. Growing up late or mid-life crisis early. Quit teaching. Run away to Mexico. Work at discovering who I am. I am comfortable with my sexuality.

40: Life is linear. Some choices have to be left behind and there is no going back to those intersections. Your entire life is still ahead of you. Use it well!

50:  Life has a beginning, a middle, and an end. Most of your life is still ahead of you. Use it well!

60: In life, there is here and there is the here-after. So live for the here and try not to worry too much about the here-after. A lot of life is still ahead of you. Use it well!

70: Come back in 1.5 years to find out what I discover 😃😃

And now as I approach my 70th birthday on March 27, 2015 here is my Life Lesson on the Tens for turing Seventy! I could be humorous and say the lesson is looking in the mirror and saying, "How in the FUCK did this happen?" but last night I did get an insight into my lesson for the 70'S.

HERE IT IS

70: If there are things you want to accomplish in life, it is now or never. No more "When I get to it." or "When other things are in place." or "Maybe someday." It is NOW or NEVER!


Saturday, June 8, 2013

A Recurring Theme

Parents can't choose the mates of their children or the behavior of their children. You actually can't choose anything for your children without disempowering them.
---Abraham 
http://www.abraham-hicks.com/lawofattractionsource/about_abraham.php


When a child has a dream and a parent says, "It's not financially feasible; you can't make a living at that; don't do it," we say to the child, run away from home... You must follow your dream. You will never be joyful if you don't. Your dream may change, but you've got to stay after your dreams. You have to.
---Abraham

When we look at ourselves in the mirror, we often hear a narrative in our mind of what we see, a definition of self in the form of an identity that is based on our "agreements" -- the thoughts and beliefs we have said yes to. This identity stems from ideological beliefs that have come to us over a period of time from our family, culture, religion, education, friends ... etc.
---Don Miguel Ruiz Jr.

The purpose of a spiritual path is to take us beyond inner dogmas and habitual patterns of thinking and behavior in order to deeply develop conscious experience. Otherwise, conditioned concepts of who we are--as a result of our upbringing, education, communities, culture, and so on--lock us into ways of being that can bring stress, hardship, and confusion, and most importantly, that can block the fruition of our inner potential.
--Buddhist Master Segyu Rinpoche

When we are under stress we can lose connection and as a result, begin to steal energy from others. It is at this time we can determine what methods we use to control others. There are four "control dramas." 

Poor Me - We make others feel guilty for not doing enough for us. When he or she buys into this "guilt trip", we gain energy. 

Aloof - We remain detached, secretive, and vague in hopes to entice someone into chasing us around in order to figure us out. Energy is gained from the attention. 

Interrogator - We attempt to control others by "finding fault" and making others feel self-conscious. 

Intimidator - We win energy by frightening others into paying attention. 

In order to progress spiritually, we need to identify the drama/dramas that apply to us and when they occur, we need to control and subdue them. By analyzing our parents and their own control dramas we can understand the two points of view that were integrated into our early lives. We can also understand where our own dramas originated from and why.

However, the following is also important:
Each of us is the next step in evolution along the lineage created by our two parents. Our higher purpose on earth can be found by recognizing what our parents accomplished and where they left off. By reconciling what they gave us with what they left us to resolve, we can get a clear picture of who we are and what we are meant to do.
James Redfield, The Celestine Prophecy

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