Thursday, June 12, 2025

My Death, Not Yours

I’m not afraid of death. I’m not going to hasten it because I have people and animals I love. But I don’t fear it. 

A life on this planet should not go on indefinitely. Mine included. There is a lot of pain. Physical, mental, soulful. A person can only take so much. I’m relieved I won’t be here forever. I’m grateful for what I’ve been given. I can certainly pass it on to others. 


I think of death as a transition. I was born not knowing what the hell was going on with that process of being thrust out of a comfortable universe. I figure death is similar. If I can survive birth and all that comes with it, I can certainly survive death. They are one and the same.


I’m grateful this complicated life on earth business will come to a conclusion. I’m not in a hurry. I’ve died many times in my dreams. My response is always, “Ah, so this is how it happens.” I’m more curious than fearful. It may involve pain I can’t anticipate but then it’s over.


I think of it as a means to an end with a rebirth I can’t possibly fathom. That’s how rebirths should be. A sense of entering the unknown. It will be brand new. My molecules will break apart and reconnect in an unknown way. Who knows? I might be a rock. I like rocks. 


Thank goodness it ends. This record is getting old. The sound is scratchy and the needle is dull. Play it again, Sam, for someone else. 


L’Chaim. 


6.12.25




Sunday, June 8, 2025

Fear at a Crossroads

(A Meditation: as long as one has food, housing, decent medical care, and basic freedoms)


Be in a comfortable, safe place of being

with your ancestors* all around you 

Know they are rooting for you 

And feel it with your whole self

Including the cells of your body


When you’re ready:


Feel your past with all its complexities 

And all you have learned from it

And all you will continue to learn from it


When you’re ready:


Feel your present with the glorious self discoveries, enjoyment, and celebrations 

No matter how big or small 

Toss the negatives for now 


When you’re ready:


Feel your future 

Trust it is coming 

With its known and unknowable

With its challenges and beauty

Know it is yours

Designed by your wisdom part

Trust it

Embrace it

Know no matter what 

You will be okay 

Because you are okay 

And the best parts of all of you 

Are looking out for you 

And will continue to

In every moment of your life


Draw it to you with the strings of your soul

Know it will be good 

Not perfect but good 

Let it be unshaped

Trust that you can meet it

And do exactly what you need to do

To bring about the best possible outcome 


That’s all you need to know 

Feel the encirclement of love from your ancestors, your self, and those who know you best

Sit with this truth and trust it

Until you are ready to move on


Arise knowing your strength 

And trusting your resources

Inside and out

To protect you in all the ways you need protection 

And experience the rest of your day in peace 

Knowing you are safe, protected, and loved 


6.5.25


*Or those who have loved you 


Sunday, April 20, 2025

Constant Companion

I have a kind of sadness that can’t be put into words. Though obviously, I’m gonna try. 

There is me and my aging friends. Knowing that something is going to take us out. We don’t know when. If it’s not me, it’ll be many of them. This is hard to swallow. 


There are those who have passed on before me. Some, 40 years ago. Some, the year before last. Either way, I miss them. 


There is pain big and small. Pain in my body. Pain in my soul. Pain in my community and in my country. Pain worldwide. 


Earth pain. Pain in the natural world. Pain in the animal world. Ocean pain, glacier pain, atmospheric pain. 


I am sad I can’t see the Milky Way from anywhere near my home. An ancient marvel has been taken from me because of our collective fear of the dark. 


There are certain antidotes to pain. Dogs and cats are good. Children having fun. Laughter, humor, and kindness. 


Tonight I was blessed with a waitstaffer full of humor and generosity of spirit. We asked to be moved because of a draft and paraded to our new table. I turned to her and said, “Picky old people. What can you do?”


She laughed and said, “I love it!” I didn’t know exactly what she loved but it didn’t matter. It was obviously good. 


Next to us was a long table of dressed up women in fancy clothes laughing and talking.  We puzzled what they were celebrating and asked the waitperson, “Are they a bachelorette party, a birthday party, or…?”


She said, “I’m tempted to have you keep guessing but you’ll never guess.”


“Oooo,” we said, “Tell us! Tell us!”


“They’re a book group.” That brought sheer delight to our table and clapping on my part. They were having a girls’ night out. A book group’s gotta have fun. 


Everyone was having fun and talking. It made me feel good. But on reflection late tonight, the sadness seeps back in. Is this what Germany felt like nearly 100 years ago? The laughter, the partying, ignoring the terror of others?


Sadness is a constant companion. Is this what “never forget means?” So many of us at risk. Who will live? Who will die? Who’s denied medical care? Who’s homeless? Who will be detained? Who deported?  Welcome to 21st century America. I am frightened. A night of enjoyment is still tainted by this creeping terror. If not me, then you? Safety and security is more of an illusion than ever. 


I walk carefully literally and metaphorically seizing the opportunity to stand up for what’s right and not fall down and break something. I can’t be shy. I must show up. If not you, then me? 


L’Chaim. 


Joceile 

4.18.25

 


Wednesday, March 26, 2025

GREY UPRISING CALL TO ARMS

Today, we’re igniting a movement called THE GREY UPRISING. The actions of this rogue Republican Administration will not stand.

WE SENIORS HAVE GREAT UNTAPPED POWER. Forget the fear.


We call our adult children, our nieces and nephews, and say the magic words:


“Honey, good news! I’m moving in with YOU!”


If we lose SOCIAL SECURITY, we are living with you. We’re bringing our two suitcases, our little ankle biter dogs, our big dogs with annoying habits, and our CPAPs. We need beds with electrical outlets and lots of room in the medicine cabinet. WE ARE COMING!


“You know you love little Fredo, your canine sibling, with lungs like a fire engine. She’s a great watch dog! You won’t need that Ring thingy and all those cameras.”


We need to act now. Our fore-bearers came to this country so they wouldn’t have to take in their parents, grandparents, and aunts and uncles. This will be over. We’ll be back in the old country. Good times!


If the government ends MEDICARE, we are all showing up at our local ERs with a line out the door, past the ambulance bays, into the street, and down the block to be seen for hemorrhoids, infected toenails, heart palpitations, arthritic knees, sky high blood pressure, bleeding ulcerations, and a bunch of other old people diseases. WE’RE SHOWING UP AND SHUTTING THE SYSTEM DOWN. Firefighters will spend all their time picking us up, reviving us, and finding a bed.


Without shelter, we’ll be using the GREY BRICK tactic. We’ll heave bricks into windows and offer our skinny little wrists to the police for manacles. 


“Take me to jail! I want three squares, a roof over my head, and basic medical. What crime do I gotta commit?”


We’ll start the GREY CRIME PROTEST MOVEMENT. We’ll gather in action cells, with our bingo groups, mahjong friends, knitting circles, and poker clubs and head for the Safeways, Walmarts, and Fred Meyers. We’ll shoplift our saltines, canned soups, beer, wine, and Girl Scout cookies!


We’ll fill up the jails asking questions like:


“Where do I plug in my CPAP?”

“Where’s my teeth?”

“Where’s my wife?”

“I need a softer bunk.”

“Where do I sign up for the kosher meals?”


Regular criminals will hate us, begging not to be put in a cell with old people snoring, belching, farting, and fighting over who’s turn it is to use the toilet.


The mafia and cartels, who have the real influence in Congress, will get involved. “Get these old people out of the jails!”


The entire country will beg to reinstate these programs, on their knees, across the country. Picture it!


We lived through the 60s. We know cells, direct action, and civil disobedience. We know the power of the people.


We will not lose Social Security and Medicare! We’re taking action now. 


WE’VE GOT THEM BY THE BOCCE BALLS!




Wednesday, February 19, 2025

Last Call

Maybe we do, and

Maybe we don’t.


Maybe we will, and

Maybe we won’t.


For sure I can say,

By the clock on the timer,


If we haven’t by sun up,

There’ll be no reminder.


jcm


11.17.24 




Friday, September 13, 2024

Antidote

There is no antidote to chronic pain and the slow, relentless disruption it brings. I’ve been exposed to many management techniques. I use several. Whether physical, emotional, or spiritual pain, I have a couple favorites that require nothing outside myself. 

The first is committing acts of love. Not the big showy kind but small acts such as giving a one liner to a stranger to make us both laugh, briefly serenading a coworker with whatever skill I have, giving a struggling person something to eat, or saving a bug. Any act of kindness coming from my heart adds love to the world, eases my pain, and jumpstarts my soul. Humility is key. The world needs humble. 


The second is when I’m alone in pain searching for something to give me comfort. I look closely at something usually in the natural world but it’s not required. I focus on one thing like a branch, a flower, a weed, a ceiling, a door. Anything will do to disentangle my pain experience from my focus. 


I observe as many details as possible as if I was going to be interrogated later. No detail is too small. I’m the Sherlock Holmes of patient observation of one small thing. It gives my mind a break from the pain and makes me notice there’s more to the world than my internal agony. 


Yes, there are reams of research and libraries of books on pain management. Whatever works that doesn’t harm others is fine. These two give me comfort and joy. In a world where these are lacking, I’ll take them where I can. 


L’Chaim. 


Joceile 

6.22.24