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This guest post from one of my favorite bloggers gets at the heart of many things wonderful about older women, friendship, laughter and style.
Originally posted on Life in the Boomer Lane:
I’ve just returned from five days in Florida, visiting two dear friends, Joyce and Jean. These women were also my co-authors for the two books we wrote about life after 50. For that reason, our journey of friendship has been life-altering. I brought with me another friend, Judy, who came with me to visit several years ago, not long after her husband died. The first trip was a revelation for her, in that she could experience joy again.
The four of us did what we do best: We laughed. I’m not sure if we are actually as clever as we believe ourselves to be. But it doesn’t really matter. We laughed through our days, until we exhausted ourselves. We probably laughed all night in our sleep.
I brought a video with me, Advanced Style. It was made by Ari Seth Cohen, a brilliant photographer who started by photographing…
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Today I am bringing you the words of an old friend, fellow blogger and spiritual traveller. I find this essay thought provoking and timely considering current events.
Originally posted on SunWinks!:
I need a new God. I need somebody to pray to. For a few years now, I’ve been working on emancipating myself from my poisonous Catholic upbringing (a ridiculously belated enterprise which I only undertook in my fifties) and building a new kind of personal integrity, one that allows me, among other things, to be a poet with courage.
But being a human being, I share the religious impulse, the sense of the numinous. I want to avail myself of the benefits of meditation and centering prayer. But who do I pray to?
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Life is how we view it.