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    Mark Dohle

    Mark Dohle

    I am 62 years old and have lived in the Atlanta area since 1971.  I am Catholic and my faith is important to me, yet as I age the mystery continues to deepen, so I read broadly and try to keep things somewhat open ended. I work with the aged and the dying. I was in the Navy for four years and I guess I am life of center when it comes to politics, but not too far left. Actually, I am kind of a political moron.

    I am the third of  11 children; ten still alive, one died in in 1958, three days after birth.
    Number of posts: 65
    Email address: email
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    By Mark Dohle:


      The Dying Process

      It is all sacred

      by | 0, Add your Comment | Apr 2, 2012
      It is all sacred

      It is my experience in working with the elderly and dying that the common human experience of waiting is intensified as their life nears its end. A feeling of being trapped can be the beginning of this process. Being confined to a wheelchair or bed can force one to simply ‘be.’ Often the desire to read or to watch TV is gone, yet there is something pulling them. They seem surrounded by silence. By that I don’t mean a lack of noise, I mean that something seems to be working on them. From what they express to me, they are reliving their lives. Which, of course, is not always a pleasant experience.

      Southern People

      Luke

      by | 2, Add your Comment | Sep 14, 2011
      Luke

      In working with the elderly, there are many rewards that come with the job.  One of perks is the humorous exchanges that can take place at unexpected times.  I not sure anyone could stay in the care giving profession if they did not have a sense of humor and were unable to laugh, not only at themselves, but also with those that they take care of.  It certainly helps with the stress which can be extreme at times.

      Luke is 100 years old and still gets around on his own.  He needs little care and uses his rollator to zoom around the facility here.  In fact I have to tell him at times to slow down.  He just laughs at me and says; “Mark you worry too much, I don’t plan on falling.”  So we have the same conversation about that.  I always ask him when he is going to plan his fall, so that I can stop worrying about it until then.   He looks me up and down, laughs and speeds off for who knows where.  I always smile at these little talks, but I still worry, it goes with the job.  In the last year his health has become more fragile, so I think my worry is warranted, but happy he doesn’t, one worrier is enough in any relationship.

      Southern Politics

      Partisanship

      by | 0, Add your Comment | Sep 10, 2011
      Partisanship

      There are many personal frustrations that I have to deal with on a regular basis.  One such aggravation is my inability to comprehend politics.  This in turn leads me to make simplistic, black and white judgments’ on those who participate in this cryptic way of life.

      The main problem for me, I believe, are the labels constantly being thrown at me. I know there are dyed in the wool liberals and conservatives; what I am not sure of is if they are the majority.  The simple fact that independent voters are growing in number would point out that most are moderates.  It is interesting to note that Rush Limbaugh has a strong dislike for those who do not consider themselves too far left, or right, in the political arena.  Perhaps it is the moderates who think for themselves and Rush and other pundits on the political scene don’t like that.

      Southern Views

      Big family R us

      by | 2, Add your Comment | Sep 5, 2011
      Big family R us

      It is  true that growing up in a big family can be rough.  I had 5 brothers and 4 sisters, so there was a lot going on in our household.  The boys fought a lot, the sisters liked to watch.  There were chores that were also squabbled over, so what would take a mere 30 minutes to finish, was often stretched for more than an hour or even longer.  My parents would often be tired and grouchy, which is understandable, but they were never abusive towards us.  There was a few times when dad lost it and started spanking a little more than he should have, but mom would always say, “That is enough Bob” and he would stop. They were actually very patient with us and loving most of the time.

      There are also lots of fond memories and many of them revolve around our TV set.

      Southern Views

      Quiet memory

      by | 2, Add your Comment | Aug 28, 2011
      Quiet memory

      Memories of the past are usually nostalgic. Ordinary moments made perfect with out traces of pain, suffering, or regret.  When I allow myself to make one of these reflective journeys to my youthful past, most will fall under this category.  Not all however.  I have to go quite a ways back to remember one of my fondest experiences that took place with my family.  It is in Panama, Canal Zone and I was 14 years old.  I guess that would be 1963, when I was a freshman in high school …

      Panama had the most beautiful full moons.  I would often go for long walks by myself so that I could enjoy the beauty of the night.  Some nights were so bright, that there were times that I could actually read from a book if I wanted to.  It was also on full moons during three months of the year that sea turtles would crawl onto the beach to lay their eggs.  So once or twice a year some of us would go out and see if we could catch one.   There would usually be six of us that went.

      Southern Views

      The most important project

      by | 2, Add your Comment | Aug 8, 2011
      The most important project

      Those who speak the truth, who unmask and show their listeners what is underneath, are often hated, reviled, hounded and killed.  Martin Luther King, for instance, is still hated by many because he stripped away the mask of segregation and demanded that dignity be restored to his people…. in order to do this he often quoted from both the Old and New Testaments of the bible.  He would not be silenced and the fear and rage he engendered was great; for to ask a culture to look at its collective undersides is dangerous business.

      The truth he brought us to was not an unknown truth, it was just put aside.  Evil becoming ordinary and so the worst kind of prejudice was made the law and achieved respectability…. well, it did for those who benefited from this social evil.  For anyone who belonged to the majority class, the stronger element in our society (white, in this instance), a conversion of some kind would have to be endured, if participation in this kind of unjust system was participated in, when the call for change was responded to.

      Southern Beliefs

      People of sorrows

      by | 0, Add your Comment | Jul 26, 2011
      sea of sorrow

      I would suppose that as time moves forward, we seem to learn more and more about who we are and the ‘why’ of how we often do things. In the past the vast majority of mankind needed to spend so much time to fight for simple survival that not much energy was left over to deal with some of the deeper issues of our race.

      Southern Beliefs

      Towards trust

      by | 0, Add your Comment | Jul 17, 2011
      Towards trust

      Juan (not his real name), has been a friend of mine for almost 20 years now.  He was born in Cuba, but came over as a very young boy in 1960 and his family settled in Miami.  He is a very intelligent man who has a master’s degree in psychology and for awhile he worked at rehabilitation clinics, which dealt with both drug and alcohol addiction.  Being an addict himself, with other serious problem (he being bi-polar, that can become full blown paranoia if his medicines do not do their job), led him to believe at the time to be the perfect career choice for him.  I said he worked for awhile as a psychologist and he was very good at it.  He had to quit because he identified so strongly with the sufferings of those he was trying to help and he burned out quickly. He never could build strong boundaries, so was vulnerable.  So he left the profession and I think it was a good decision.

      He calls me from time to time and I often don’t have time to talk to him.  I have never known him to voluntarily end a conversation over the phone and once I had to actually hang up because he would not take my three very strong hints that I had to go.  In spite of this, I love the guy and have a deep respect for his struggles and how he deals with his ‘issues’.  He is humble enough to call for help when he needs it and as far as I know over the last 10 years has never stopped his meds.

      Southern Beliefs

      NDE’s, shamanism, and private revelation in the Catholic tradition

      by | 0, Add your Comment | Jul 11, 2011
      NDE’s, shamanism, and private revelation in the Catholic tradition

      All throughout history, our species has experienced breakthroughs from what we call the spiritual world.  Shamanism is a prime example of this, and all around the world, from time immemorial, this type of spirituality (or relationship), with a wider world beyond the senses, has been lived out.  In fact shamanism is going strong all over the world to this day, even in first world countries.

      Within the Catholic tradition there is a thread of spirituality called “Private Revelation”, which is not the same as public Revelation, that which is revealed through the scriptures and for Catholic’s, tradition.  In order for this type of breakthrough from the other side to even be considered, it has to be in accord with the Catholic faith.  For instance at this time there has been alleged apparitions going on in Medjugorje  that have persisted since 1980;  the longest event of this kind to have happened in church history, as far as is known today.

      Southern Views

      The sacred heart feat

      by | 4, Add your Comment | Jul 2, 2011
      The sacred heart feat

      Today for Catholics is the feast day of the Sacred Heart of Jesus.  It is a time set aside to celebrate the full, complete and perfect humanity of what Christians believe to be the Incarnation of God on earth.  The Word, the Eternal, the Infinite, shown in a way that the human mind can fathom at least in part.  It is not important to me any longer what others believe about Jesus, but my own relationship with Him and how it affects my connection with others as well, is what is central in my life.

      Southern Views

      Statements

      by | 2, Add your Comment | Jun 25, 2011
      Statements

      Generalization usually are the death of any kind of communication, for in order to speak in that fashion, the opposing group has to be reduced to a stereotype, which in fact, probably does not fit any real person, no matter how strongly one’s opponent may seem to fit into it.

      I remember one day, as I was driving into Atlanta with one of the people I take care of for a medical procedure; I overheard Glenn Beck say something that got my attention.  Truly being the type of person who does not know where I fit in the political spectrum, (I think it may be some kind of brain thing, for I am really kind of stoooopid when it comes to this sort of thing), I can pretty much listen to anyone on the radio….be they liberal or conservative.  So this one morning I tuned into talk radio “640” and listened to Glenn Beck for awhile.  I knew I got him because of the “dead air” I encountered. I think it went on for about 20 seconds (or it seemed that way), he so loves dramatic long pauses.  Then I heard his voice.  I think he made a statement that is common from both the right and the left along political lines; a sweeping generalization that made me laugh at first, but then it really bothered me.

      Southern Beliefs

      Ideals and beliefs and human experience

      by | 8, Add your Comment | Jun 19, 2011
      Ideals and beliefs and human experience

      I have never been able to accept a materialist account of reality.  I guess the brain weighs about 3lbs, wet meat, enclosed within the skull.  Yet what goes on in the interior of this organ is truly astounding; well if it goes on there at all, for perhaps what we call our minds, is non-local, not situated anywhere.  The human mind is truly a creative piece of work; for we humans are self aware, questioning creatures, seeking meaning in our lives.  I would suppose self consciousness is truly something astounding, and along with that the deep interior inner life, (invisible to all others) that humans live, only adds to the mystery.

      Southern Beliefs

      Deep emotions: Memories from Panama, Canal Zone

      by | 0, Add your Comment | Jun 13, 2011
      Deep emotions:  Memories from Panama, Canal Zone

      Grieving has never been easy for me. Some people grieve deeply, with tears freely flowing and it could take years for the feelings of sorrow and inner emptiness to lessen and heal to the point where they become bearable. I have never been able to do that, grieve the way many people do. I think it is a gift to be able to feel deep emotions of that nature even if they are painful, for they show that there is life and the ability to love deeply. I have often wondered what it would be like for me to experience true grief in my life. I am not saying I don’t grieve, but that I repress much of it. So perhaps I have a lot of unresolved issues yet to deal with. Perhaps, one of the reasons for our lives and all that happens in them, are to allow us to develop the ability to not only to love, but to grieve as well.

      I was reading a story this morning about a woman who was ill with breast cancer. It was a very harrowing experience for her, with a great deal of pain. A few days before her death she told her sister that an Aunt came to her (who had died a few years previously) and said soon she would be taking care of her. This allowed the woman to die in peace which was also a consolation for her family, especially for the sister who took care of her. For some reason reading this moving story, opened up to me some memories from the past.

      Southern People

      Help along the way

      by | 2, Add your Comment | Jun 6, 2011
      Help along the way

      The other morning, as I was working with Richard, who is on Hospice, but may be taken off of it soon (He seems to be doing better than expected), I felt sadness well up from within. It happens sometimes when caring for others, I guess it is inevitable. This feeling continued as went into Williams room and took care of him as well. Feelings are different from emotions; at least they are for me. Many people use then interchangeably and perhaps when speaking, I do the same, but when trying to sort things out, I find it very helpful to make them first cousins instead of brother or sister. Later that day I had to leave someone off at a doctor’s office for a procedure that would take a couple of hours. Usually I don’t mind waiting, but this particular waiting area is not conducive to reading, so I decided […]

      Southern Beliefs

      Passed on

      by | 0, Add your Comment | May 26, 2011
      Passed on

      The problem with the world cannot be summed up simply. Though perhaps there are ways that we can get some understanding of the root cause, though of course in doing this there is the danger of being naive. Because people are complex and cultures being a manifestation of man’s inner life, a root cause may be impossible to find. Through it is easy to see that we have as a species a deep, abiding, self destructive streak within us. It is manifested in our religions, politics and of course our family situations.

      Southern Beliefs

      Loving kindness

      by | 0, Add your Comment | May 19, 2011
      Self-Awareness

      A friend of mine, who is a devout Christian, will often talk to me about his studies in Buddhism. He tells me that the Buddhist tradition has for over 2500 years been studying the mind, how it works and how much suffering flows from it. He often talks about loving kindness, and how Christ shows how to be truly loving, forgiving and accepting of others. I love hearing him speak, for I agree with him much of the time when he talks about the benefits of studying Buddhist writers.

      Southern Choices

      The quality of Mercy

      by | 0, Add your Comment | May 15, 2011
      Fork in the road - © rufar - Fotolia.com, licensed by likethedew.com

      When speaking about mercy there can be turns in the road, or forks even, were different aspects can be pondered. Like many other topics on the spiritual life, different facets can be dwelt upon, to the exclusion of others. Sometimes the best way to try to understand mercy, both human and Divine (though the mystery of the Infinite will always be that; mystery), is to contemplate how we experience it in our every day life. Both on the receiving end and in the giving as well… also observing it being distributed in the dramas played out around us.

      Southern Views

      Prejudices and bigotry

      by | 0, Add your Comment | May 5, 2011
      Photo by Suzanne Tucker

      When talking about prejudices and bigotry, people will often speak of them as if they are the same.  They belong to the same genus, but a different species (at least in my opinion).  I had an interesting experience at the doctors’ office yesterday, while at one of the Emory’s clinics.  I made a statement about my anxious concern over Bin Laden’s being targeted and killed by government’s forces that were from the United States.  When I started to make this statement, I made a Freudian slip, for this is what I said:  “I am worried over Obama being killed”.  The doctor and friend I was with of course laughed at my slip and I guess I became very red if not purple from embarrassment.   This experience showed me two things about myself:   The first one was that even though I thought it nonsense (at least on a conscious level) that people actually thought that Obama was Muslim;  yet I obviously absorbed it and out it came in a verbal slip.  Perhaps it shows me my real prejudices that I have over people from other races.  I have no doubt that I have them. For they are irrational; yet they are part of me, just like other unreasonable aspects of my inner life.

      Southern Beliefs

      Yes!

      by | 0, Add your Comment | Apr 29, 2011
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      When meditating on one of the final prayers of Jesus on the cross- “My God, my God, why have your forsaken me”; if pursued with diligence, can be transforming in how ones relationship with God is looked upon and also perhaps, how this is shared with others. For Christians, Jesus is an actual revelation of God. Christianity is more about a life and a person, than about the Bible by itself. The New Testament is a faith document passing on to those who would come after, their experience of the risen Lord. The Church was around for over 200 years before the Canon came into existence.

      Southern Views

      Holy Saturday 2011

      by | 4, Add your Comment | Apr 24, 2011
      Holy Saturday 2011

      So after Jesus died, his body was placed in a tomb.  Just another human being (or so it seemed at the time); unjustly treated, tortured, mocked and horribly killed.  Yes an everyday occurrence in our world.  Very little has changed over the last two thousand years.  Christians themselves, as history testifies, my own church (Roman Catholic) has done great evils in the past, like most (or is it all) other human institutions.  The longer any social entity exists the longer the list of evils done in the name of one cause or another, an endless line of skeletons in a very large closet.

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      Fill in the blanks

      by | 2, Add your Comment | Apr 12, 2011
      Fill in the blanks

      She was a youthful woman, 31 years of age, though she looked much younger.  Highly educated, good job though she was struggling mightily with her life.  I noticed the tattoos that she had, which were quite beautiful.  She had them on her arms and around her neck area, each a work of art in their own right.  I have never had any trouble with tattoos, though I myself have never gotten one.  Who knows it is not too late, hope springs eternal.  I wonder what kind of a tattoo a 60-year-old should get.

      She talked about her journey, her beliefs, and what she was striving to be and also to do.  So earnest, so determined, so conflicted.

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      Francis

      by | 0, Add your Comment | Apr 6, 2011
      Francis

      Francis has been living in the assisted living quarters for about two years now, needing little care, but gradually getting weaker. During this time he has been using a concentrator at night to help him with his breathing while he sleeps. Over the last year his ability to breathe normally has gradually decreased, causing him some distress, though he would never admit it. He loves his independence so he never tells us anything about how he feels, or how he is breathing; he leaves that up to us, knowing that we are watching him. He has known for awhile that he is moving towards full time care, dreading it, but he is compliant when the time comes for more help, which of course has been slowly growing over the last couple of years.

      About two weeks ago his breathing became more labored during the day. We took his pul-sox and it was 96% lying down, with the concentrator on 5%. The percentage is good, but once he starts moving — he uses a walker — the percentage drops quickly. Fearing congestive heart failure, Theresa, the head nurse, got him an appointment with his primary physician, so I took him to Dr. Manning’s office to get checked out …

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      Riding the wave

      by | 0, Add your Comment | Apr 2, 2011
      Riding the wave

      Airports are interesting places to go to.  Since Atlanta’s airport is so large, it is a wonderful area to just visit if watching people is an interest.  Sometimes I will just sit back and watch the endless ebb and flow of people as they hurry back and forth.  While I never have been interested in photography, there are times when I wish I did have that interest.  Faces are truly great works of art and quite often I see one that I wish that I could capture on film.    Photos have a way of making the perceiver see one particular moment, one scene and in doing so making the mundane come alive with meaning and beauty.

      A friend of mine, James, is a very good photographer and I am amazed at some of the things that he will capture on film.   His first book, which he wrote and accompanied with his photos, sold very well and another is coming out in which he worked with another author, she the writer and his photos used for emphasis. One of my favorites, from his first book, is a picture taken of an old window with dirty panes, filled up with junk.  Yet the photo comes across as something very beautiful …

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      Mrs. Johnson and my love of reading

      by | 1, Add your Comment | Mar 24, 2011
      Mrs. Johnson and my love of reading

      When I was in the 5th grade, I was having trouble reading in front of the class, so I had the honor of meeting Mrs. Johnson, a very nice grandmotherly looking woman who taught public reading skills to students at South Margarita, in the Panama, Canal Zone. She only taught once a week; or to put it more precisely, she taught me once a week. She had a real gift in making each child under her tutelage feel like they were the only one that she taught; such was her dedication to each one of us, a dedication that we returned to her by the effort we showed in our work.

      I remember one day she told each one of us in her class — there were only four of us — what we would each do when we got older. She was right about me, how she knew I don’t know or understand; if she guessed rightly for the other three I have no idea, but I would not be surprised if she did. It points to her having a deep intuition about others, perhaps that was why she was such a good teacher; having small classes she could adapt to each one as needed and strengthened and deepen her positive influence she had on us.

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      Swept away

      by | 1, Add your Comment | Mar 15, 2011
      Swept away

      Everything looked so small from the great height of the aerial view of the tsunami, as it made its way through the city, carrying much of it in its wake. I could not believe that I was watching the destruction and so much loss of life as it was happening. I had to keep reminding myself that this is not a movie, but in the massive amount of debris were people dying horribly and others watching as their possessions and perhaps loved ones were being swept away. I saw trucks pushed off the highway, and then two other very large trucks trapped with waters swirling on both sides; the commentator said as the filming passed over “That perhaps they have a chance of survival.” How tiny everything looked as the waters continued on their journey, yet so many dying or trapped. It almost looked like a toy city being washed away by high tide, put there by children.

      On the morning of the earthquake, people getting up going about their business, then suddenly the earthquake and soon after, the water…..everything swept away. From one moment to the next, everything lost forever, buried under tons of debris.

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      Ashes

      by | 0, Add your Comment | Mar 7, 2011
      Ashes

      To think of ash is to enter into the reality of endings, absurdity and temporality; bringing to mind that everything in life that we often work and strive for is in reality a dead end, a waste of time and even if truth be told, if actually thought about, not worth the effort.  I think of the ash fallout after an atomic bomb has left devastation in its wake.  People, going about their business, driving, working, eating and laughing and planning; all suddenly ended, in a flash of light, blasting everything to just dust swirling in the air.  From one second to the next, what was once solid and real suddenly becomes ‘as if it never existed’.

      No wonder I don’t like ‘Ash Wednesday’; who really wants to be reminded that we are just like the ‘grass in the field’; green one day and the next dried out and brown.  There are still moments when I am surprised that I have actually aged and now with some exceptions, the next in line (in a generational sense) to get my ticket punched and to become one of the many, the majority, who for the most part have been forgotten; not even a memory; yes, as if they never existed.  Yet in spite of this bleakness, there is much in life that is beautiful and worthwhile, deep and enduring and those things are related to love, beauty and truth.  Not sure which one is the most important, perhaps they are in reality one.

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      A veteran from the Gulf War

      by | 5, Add your Comment | Mar 4, 2011
      A veteran from the Gulf War

      It was one of those wonderful Georgia days in mid-February, which resembled more a day in spring than one in the middle of winter. Bright sun, no clouds in the sky, a wind yes, but not very cold; just a very nice, slightly bracing day, mood elevating, just like spring. I got off at the Turner Hill exit here in Conyers, Ga.; it is the turn off for Stonecrest Mall. It is a large mall, which is like all the others and has a great many stores that have grown up around it. I was on my way to Sam’s. As I was driving up, I saw a man sitting at the stop light, and I could see his sign from way back. Now there are three places that I have chosen to give money if I see someone there asking for help. These places are far from downtown, so hopefully most of them are really in need. In any case I think I give more for myself than for those who are asking. Why, you may ask? Well speaking only for myself, I feel that it would in some way harm me, if I on a daily basis passed by those in need without giving anything. I just notice them too strongly to pass all of them by. Besides outside of Atlanta, they are not that common, not actually rare, but not at every other stop sign.

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      Never too late

      by | 2, Add your Comment | Feb 19, 2011
      Never too late

      There are different types of beauty that are often noticed by individuals but perhaps ignored by the overall culture.  There is the vibrant beauty of youth, which is of course noticed by our culture and idolized to the point of actually causing harm.  Young men and women with an inner glow and vibrancy that perhaps only those who passed through that phase actually notice and learn to admire without regret or envy that their time for being part of the younger generation is now over; having moved on to another stage of life.

      When I was in my late thirties, I started to notice the beauty of those from the generation before mine.  Men and women who had gentle smiles, wise and loving eyes, filled with understanding and compassion for those younger than themselves.  They seemed to enjoy listening to the young and by their simple presence, allowing those with whom they are with to feel valued and also secure.  Many older people have this gift.  In fact it is quite common and often ignored by our society; which is a shame.

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      Loss (a talk)

      by | 0, Add your Comment | Jan 29, 2011
      Loss (a talk)

      Scott Peck started his book “The Road Less Traveled” with a quote: “Life is difficult.” I found this first sentence strangely comforting when I read that book in my early thirties. Perhaps it made me feel less unique, or alone in my own struggles with life. For the truth is, life is difficult. Something we all know. Everyone, if they live long enough, will in different degrees have difficulties in life. The one that is the most life altering is of course the death of those we hold dear.

      We gain much in life. We grow, learn, make choices, some of course are more important than others. Perhaps the most important choice that we can make, towering over what career we will choose, or what religion or philosophy of life we will follow, is how we will relate to the world and those who come into our daily lives. In the end, the most important decision we can make is what to do with our heart, the symbol of mankind’s deepest longings and desires.

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      He still has a life

      by | 0, Add your Comment | Jan 24, 2011
      He still has a life

      I have known William for just over 20 years. We have always been close, though there was a time in the mid-nineties that he stopped talking to me for a couple of years. It was over something that had to do with his outbursts with some of our guests. So he was placed elsewhere and he blamed me for it. However one day he walked up to me, looked me up and down, frowning and said, “You know Mark, I can’t stay mad at you, so I am going to start talking to you again.” So it went, we talked and I have always liked his open childlike personality, which could also be childish at times…..sort of like me, well the childish part that is …

      In his younger days, way back in the ’50s and ’60s he was a saxophone player; in fact, at one point in his career, he played in the band with Chubby Checker, when the ‘twist’ was such a popular dance.

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      Agnes ashes

      by | 0, Add your Comment | Jan 22, 2011
      Agnes ashes

      Well I got Agnes’s ashes today. They arrived in a white cardboard box and inside was a plastic bag filled with about 10 pounds of what remained of her. Just ash and some bone fragments. I tried to think that this was her, but I could not get myself to make that jump, it was just carbon, remains after the body burned to powder. Yet they are hers anyway and I will treat them with the respect that they deserve.

      Agnes’s daughter will come down in May and then we will do with her ashes according to her wishes. I don’t mind holding them till then, for it is important that the daughter be here for the spreading of the remains. She wanted it done in the forest or perhaps an open field, she did not really mind where I put them as long as it was in nature. She did not want to be put in some kind of grave, just the scattering.

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      Inner heart

      by | 0, Add your Comment | Jan 18, 2011
      Inner heart

      It was Christmas afternoon, about 1:30 (2009) and I was helping an old friend take his luggage to his car. As we were leaving the retreat house, I saw a man outside the front door who looked very familiar to me. So I stopped and asked him if we met before. As soon as he started talking, I remembered who he was, though not his name. He used to come out here many years ago when I was still in my early 20’s and would stay over for Christmas. So we shook hands and I continued on my way with my friend to his vehicle. As I was coming back towards the front door I saw that he was still standing there and I could tell that he wanted to talk. So we conversed a bit about life in general and how we both were doing. He then asked me if we could go into one of the conference rooms so we could converse some more. I had the time so I said yes.

      Angie and her father

      by | 1, Add your Comment | Jan 15, 2011
      Angie and her father

      I was in the front office this morning talking to Pattie the lady who helps keep things in order in the administration department. I went over to see if they needed supplies for the upcoming week. She told me that because of the weather, there was no need to get anything for them this week. She has the mostly beautiful dog, a small one, with long fur that is off white with streaks of grey, that stays in the office with her…..yet it is house broken. I tease the dog and call it a rat and she just looks at me and wags her tail, wanting more attention. The dog is about a year old now and is good for Pattie, since she just lost her husband to cancer a few months ago. She is adapting, but it is of course still difficult. So the dog is good company and also has a very positive link with Michael her deceased husband.

      Frustration (Janet)

      by | 2, Add your Comment | Jan 12, 2011
      Frustration (Janet)

      I have had a relationship with Janet (not her real name) that started in the early ’90s. From the very beginning I knew that there was something different about her. Her problems, all of them, were expressed in descriptions that can only be said to be extreme. Her problems with her daughter and her grandchildren, with whom she lived for a few years, to the problems with her health and her relationships with others, all of them, were painted in very bright colors of red and orange, nothing soft about it. Everything was an emergency.

      She was seeing a very good friend of mine who is now deceased, at that time in the early ’90s. In fact he was one of the elderly that I helped to take care of from about 2002-2006, when he finally died of a massive heart attack. The last three years of his life were very difficult because his Alzheimer’s then became very pronounced. Janet found this very difficult to deal with and stopped seeing my good friend because of that. I sort of became a go-between.

      The heart’s longing

      by | 2, Add your Comment | Jan 10, 2011
      The heart’s longing

      Love, the desire for union and also the suffering that flows from this longing, is often spoken of as centered in the heart. The heart does respond to human emotions in a powerful way, be it from love, hatred, anger or fear. Often when someone is under great emotional stress, the heart is often felt as a pounding against the rib cage. However, it is the area of relationships that the heart is meant, when speaking in terms of the heart being broken or wounded and in need of healing.

      When in my early twenties, I would say I was either 22 or 23, there came a time when I actually felt like my heart was an abyss of pain and darkness; it felt like an untended, sore, oozing infection. I felt a great deal of pain in my chest area, a great weight actually in which I could not alleviate in any way. If I tried to find some surcease it only made the pain worse, so I learned from experience that it was best to simply sit with it, though it was of course very difficult; I simply had no choice. I would often just sit, praying and looking into this abyss wondering what was going on and if there was anything I could do about it.

      What to say?

      by | 3, Add your Comment | Jan 7, 2011
      What to say?

      There is a function that religions serve and I don’t expect everyone to agree with me on this. Religions are what keep traditions alive and also gives a sense of history and movement. In order to get at the core of any tradition, a certain amount of reflection and study is needed, for within each religious tradition there are those who delve deeper and can assist any serious adherent on their journey through life. The quest for meaning in life can lead to a canon of literature being developed, often over a great expanse of time, that gives depth and meaning to ones existence and can often help sidestep dangerous paths that many go down…. often because they do not have a community that can help them on their way.

      Deep

      by | 2, Add your Comment | Jan 3, 2011
      Deep

      The human heart is deep; filled with longings and desires than can not be fulfilled.  Or if they are, or seem to be, it is soon discovered that fulfillment is also an illusion.  There is always something more to be attained or sought after.  Relationships seem to be one of the main sources of suffering for people, if not for all, perhaps for the majority. This seeking after the ‘one’, the ‘soul mate’ that will finally be able to put that  deep loneliness away for good, is a common theme in our literature, cinema and other art forms. Human relationships, no matter the depth in which they are experienced, or in the end finite (but perhaps they increase our capacity for the infinite), and cannot in themselves reach this goal.  The pain experienced for many in this search for fulfillment can often be indescribable.

      From a distance

      by | 2, Add your Comment | Jan 1, 2011
      From a distance

      Years ago there was a song that was quite popular for awhile, its title was, “God is watching from a distance”, well if not the correct title, it was the central phrase used in the song, from which all else flowed from. It was a good song, though I found the picture used interesting. Of course it was a song, not a theological statement of any kind, just an artist rendering about God; incomplete like any representation of divinity has to be. Though, it did give me time to reflect on the importance of the depiction used, when thinking about the eternal, the unnamable, that from which no image can capture. People often think of idols as something ‘out there’, a representation of divinity that occupies time and space and can be prayed to. Now I am not sure such a thing exists, for any representation has first of all […]

      No illusions

      by | 5, Add your Comment | Dec 28, 2010
      No illusions

      I had the honor of visiting a prison here in Atlanta, in order to give an informal talk. Marco, both a friend and a mentor was the go between. It was through him that I had the pleasure of meeting the Rev. John Smith, who was the one who extended the invitation. I met Marco off Old Peachtree Road, parked at the Publix parking lot, and drove with him the rest of the way. Marco is a very intelligent, thoughtful and insightful man, whom I am grateful to have the honor of knowing. He is a true seeker and I have learned a great deal from the times that I have been able to talk with him, which unfortunately have been few and far between. He is also a mentor, for he is very encouraging and supportive in my fledgling attempts at writing. He has been to the facility we […]

      Agnes RIP

      by | 2, Add your Comment | Dec 27, 2010
      Agnes RIP

      The call came on Saturday morning at 6: AM. I knew what it was about before I even got to my cell phone and answered. Hospice was calling, letting me know that Agnes died a few minutes before; peacefully I was told. I was hoping to be able to be there with her when she died and I did tell her I would try, even though at the time I knew that the chances were slim that would happen. I guess it was good news that they did not call me, for that meant that she simply slipped away without any kind of struggle or distress. They have medicines now that help keep the bodies distress down, which also helps with the breathing, so there is often very little struggle at the time of death. She really needed only slight sedation, for thankfully her brain cancer did not give her painful headaches.

      Woman in purple

      by | 3, Add your Comment | Dec 19, 2010
      Woman in purple

      I was waiting at a doctor’s office for Laurin who was in back for a procedure. I came prepared for a long visit, a couple of books, one a work of fiction, the other something about the whole God debate thing going on, something I love to read about. As I was sitting, I heard the door slowly open accompanied by soft moaning and labored breathing. The door was opened by a tall young man in his twenties, for a large woman, perhaps over six feet tall if she was not bent over her walker. She was also overweight, which I am sure added to her suffering.

      She was wearing purple, a dress that was dark purple, a blouse of a lighter shade, and a scarf over her shoulders that was held just a tint of the same color. She walked ever so slowly over to a seat and slowly lowered herself down. After which she gave off a sigh of relief that could be heard all over the room, which was small, so she did not have to be two loud to be heard. She leaned over and just looked at the floor. I could tell that she was having a very bad day and really needed to see the doctor.

      Astounded

      by | 9, Add your Comment | Dec 14, 2010
      Astounded

      As I age (I have just turned 62), I find myself being astounded at the turn of events in my life. In the past, when I went to the doctor, it was a simple matter of going in and getting a clean bill of health; it was expected and I was not disappointed. Then when I turned 40, little things came up that let me know that I am entering a new phase of my life, one that is just as important as the other stages I have gone through, or perhaps even more important because of the time that I am now living in.

      It was a bit of shock for me when I entered middle age, though not much of one, for I did not experience any obvious changes in my body, or for that matter in my inner life.

      Bittersweet (my first experience with death and loss)

      by | 2, Add your Comment | Dec 13, 2010
      Bittersweet (my first experience with death and loss)

      Sometimes, when I awake in the middle of night and can’t go back to sleep, memories often rise to the surface, that I usually don’t revert to in my normal waking life. I guess when just awakening, and lying there doing nothing, allows thoughts from the unconscious to present themselves to my waking mind, and perhaps are asking to be dealt with, or to just simply be remembered. They are often very powerful, surprisingly so, since like I said I do not often revert to them.

      I started to think about a friendship I developed when I was 16 with two young adults, who were I guess about 25 at the time. The young man’s name was Carlos, and the young lady’s Elena, whom I first met on my delivery route in Gulick Heights, which was part of an army base in Panama, Canal Zone. The year was either late 64 or early 65. They were staying in the apartment of a Mr. Olson, who was an electrician working for the army. He lived in one of the apartment buildings that were set aside for unmarried personnel. The building had 4 units, each with one bedroom.

      Advent and grief

      by | 0, Add your Comment | Dec 9, 2010
      Advent and grief

      When I think of the concept of longing and then mixed it in with the experience of grief, I always get the feeling, or perhaps the picture, of a deep, dark and cold ocean, a place of feeling alone and isolated…. for what was once a bright inner relationship with another, is now empty and only a void remains. Add to that the feeling that others don’t understand what is being gone through; or perhaps being incapable in showing respect and understanding in how uniquely we each deal with loss, can also add weight to ones suffering. No, grief even if supported by the love of friends and family, can at times only diminish ones inner pain temporality, for it can surface at the most unexpected times with the full force of losses realization.

      What a whirl (growing up in a large family)

      by | 0, Add your Comment | Dec 6, 2010
      What a whirl (growing up in a large family)

      Growing up in a large family has its benefits, as well perhaps as some drawbacks. I tend to dwell on the benefits. Being one of many children has its difficulties, but I would suppose no matter how large or small the family, the above is true. We seem to live in a world where everything teeters back and forth and the search for balance is something that is a constant, as our species moves slowly into the future.

      When very young I was a timid little thing, almost completely absorbed by my inner world that was not always a pleasant place to be. It was the gift of being with some rough and tumble brothers that helped me get out of that trap and pushed me to learn to be sociable and to develop a personality that could interrelate with others with ease. I guess that is what childhood is about; to actually force the issue of change and growth before the adult years are reached.

      The dark thing

      by | 4, Add your Comment | Dec 4, 2010
      The dark thing

      I feel at this time of my life, that I am approaching an actual need, forcing me into a position where I have to deal with an aspect of myself that has always been there, but inwardly invisible; if not actually silent. It hid behind other manifestation of my unconscious, as if it was the root on which they fed. It is dark, intelligent, nasty, hateful and self-destructive, just for the sake of destruction. It comes out from time to time as rage but instead of being directed towards others, as if wanting to share the pain, it is focused on my inward self, wanting to destroy and be destroyed; it is a longing for oblivion. Perhaps this is what I have been looking for all of my life, this aspect of my inner self that is approaching me, or is it I who am doing the wooing? I can’t say I like it. For I think this is where my experience of nothingness comes from and at times my complete repugnance for the absurdity of life’s tragic overtones; leading me to forget, or overlook, the joy and beauty that is also there. It is perhaps my inner “drama queen”, or self pity, or something actual, real and nasty, that has to be walked through, or I think, journeyed with. Perhaps it is all the above. I often feel like a puzzle that has been thrown all over the floor finding it impossible to put back together……”Humpty Dumpty had a great fall”, his fragility strewn over the grassy lawn, for all to see.

      Fences

      by | 4, Add your Comment | Dec 2, 2010
      Fences

      I guess the world has always been filled with divisions. That goes for every level of society; the line runs through families, religions, politics and I guess in intellectual institutions, the inner wrangling can be the worst, perhaps because large Egos can be involved. Today, it seems to be worse, though most likely this not true. We just have information and news overload day in and day out. being bombarded with on the spot reporting. Over stimulation can lead to fatigue, at least it can for me.

      “Conservative” and “Liberal” are big labels today and the media likes to use them in ways that I feel does not conform to reality.

      Christmas Eve walk (2009)

      by | 0, Add your Comment | Nov 30, 2010
      Christmas Eve walk (2009)

      It was very cloudy this Christmas eve of  ’09, some wind, looking like rain soon a-coming. The clouds looked pregnant, heavy and dark; just the way I like them. The ground wet, I could feel the damp cold in my feet, emerging through my shoes and socks, as I slowly made my away around the road. After a time I left the road to walk towards a small grove of pine trees that were planted over 20 years ago and are now quite tall and beautiful … Slick grass beneath my feet, as I walked the path that went through it, slowly, simply enjoying the dark wet cold; a typical winter’s evening in Georgia.

      A reunion

      by | 0, Add your Comment | Nov 26, 2010
      A reunion

      In late October, about the 23rd, I got a call from Agnes’s lawyer letting me know that she was very confused and that perhaps it was time to have her moved to hospice. He is her financial power of attorney and I am the medical. I was glad to hear from him and after I talked for a few minutes, I was very thankful he was on board with this. He is a very caring man and is also a friend of Agnes. While he does take care of her legal business, he also does some work for her without charge. He has done this with more than a few of his clients, who were walking their last mile over the years, so he knows how to go about it. I was very relieved, for Agnes did not go into detail over all that he did for her besides the lawyer work.

      To wake up

      by | 0, Add your Comment | Nov 21, 2010
      To wake up

      Trust is such a pleasant word. It rolls off the tongue so gently and effortlessly; an invitation proffered, often said with a sincere smile. “Trust me”, it can almost be something demanded, but in that demand (if perceived as such), trust dies or diminishes. Weakened trust, is no trust at all, for fear and trust cannot co-exist in the same inner space, for one or the other dominates; there is no compromise. Sometimes fear is good, for it warns and counsels whether to run, or fight, or to stand one’s ground…. surrender is not an option. Though it can at times be the sad choice made, leading to an inability to overcome fear’s misplaced desire to protect. Fear is loud, demanding attention, while the call to trust can be a gentle nudge to face inner uncertainties, but it does not demand. To learn to trust is a conscious act, one […]

      Fiction and life

      by | 5, Add your Comment | Nov 16, 2010
      Fiction and life

      I have always loved fictional writings. Stories of another life, being able to get inside and see existence from the perspective of the people in the book, getting to know them and in the finale analysis, to be able to understand why they are, the way they are. Some say the fiction is not real, but actually it is. Since within the covers of the book are experiences both inward and outward, that the reader can resonate with, because in many ways we are very much alike.

      A deep understanding of the characters in a novel can be very educational in growing in acceptance of oneself as well as others. I guess they both go together. A good writer can create a whole universe and for a time the reader becomes part of that world, even taking on the beliefs of those who live within the book’s cover.

      A review: Glimpses of Eternity

      by | 6, Add your Comment | Nov 14, 2010
      A review: Glimpses of Eternity

      In the ’70s, Raymond Moody (along with Kubler Ross) brought to the attention of millions of people the reality of the Near Death Experience (NDE). In his first book “Life after life”, Raymond presented to the public stories of those who had ‘died’ and came back. The book was well received, but it was anecdotal, so was not received uniformly by the scientific community, since the experience could not be replicated in any kind of lab environment. The ‘conversation’ over the reality of the NDE actually pointing to an afterlife, is still ongoing and perhaps will never really end. The afterlife can be almost impossible to believe in by many, even with those who have faith, so it is understandable the hesitancy of those who profess no belief in the afterlife, God or any kind of reality apart from what can be seen, felt, measured and weighed. It is not the actual NDE that is brought into question, there are simply too many of them to discount, but do they in fact have any bearing on an actual after life.

      Raymond Moody has now come out with a new book titled Glimpses of EternitySharing a loved one’s passage from this life to the next.

      Where am I?

      by | 0, Add your Comment | Nov 12, 2010
      Where am I?

      Now that our infirmary here is almost empty; we only have three out of our ten rooms occupied at this time. Our work schedules have changed a bit along with this development. I now work two night shifts. One is from 11PM-7AM and the other is a twelve hour shift, 7PM-7AM. Not much work do be done, but the men who are there still need to be looked in on and one of them, William, has to be changed three times every shift. At the beginning of the shift and also at 12AM and at 5:30AM, so it is pretty easy actually as far as work goes.

      William can react in any number of ways when he has to be awakened in order to clean him and also make sure that he is comfortable. Much of the time he is really too sleepy to do much of anything. He just lets me do what needs to be done and then it is over; it takes about 10 minutes max. Then he can be in a bad mood and fight me the whole time, which extends the time, taking as much as 30 minutes and if he has a surprise for me, perhaps longer, much longer. The above two don’t bother me much, I can handle it ok, though at times, when he is angry I have to dig a little deeper for more patience. Then, there are times when he is confused.

      He has no idea

      by | 3, Add your Comment | Nov 10, 2010
      He has no idea

      I have a friend a very good one, though there is a certain level of care giving involved in it. Juan (not his real name) is a little younger than I am, in his mid- fifties, his physical health not so good; however it is his mental health where his main problems lie. I first met him in the early nineties; he came across as a very intelligent man, which he is indeed, of Cuban descent, and his family well off.

      I was at first put off by him, because he was very direct about his problems, his failures, and how much he was striving to live a deep spiritual life. He had a rough background, though it was not from his immediate family, but from those who worked for his father. There was some sexual abuse from some of the workers who were his father’s employees. They also at a young age introduced him to pornography which took him years to overcome. When we met, he was really at the beginning of his inner journey, just starting to mature and his insights deepening about his relationship with God and also the church.

      The exit

      by | 2, Add your Comment | Nov 2, 2010
      The exit

      I got a call from my doctor at the VA to come in for an extra blood test, to fast and walk in anytime. So I decided to go in this morning. I left home at 10 AM and was on my way. The day was perfect, a spring day, not too hot, plenty of sun and a gentle wind, yes an altogether fine day. Traffic was good, was able to go the usual 10 miles over the speed limit. Here in Atlanta it is best to go with the flow, safer that way.

      I was going into East Atlanta, near the Atlanta Airport. I got off at the Cleveland exit and as is my habit, since this is one of the places that I give money to those who stand with signs saying: “will work for food”; I had some money in hand in case I needed it. I guess I do it more for myself than for others, since I feel that to continually pass someone in need and not help, would be harmful for my heart and soul.

      Stubborn-one

      by | 4, Add your Comment | Oct 30, 2010
      Stubborn-one

      Almost forty years ago when I first arrived here, there was a field that was used for cattle. It was of course fenced in to keep the herd from roaming. A very large field with a twin close by, in which the cattle would be moved from time to time for the cows to obtained fresh grazing ground. In the field there was a tree, even back then it looked old and very tough. Some of the big branches were dead, though in the smaller ones there was still plenty of life. So each day as I passed by I would look over the fence and enjoy its masculine beauty. No gentle lines for this survivor of many storms, lighting strikes and droughts. No there was a stubborn look, as if it was in constant readiness to take on the next challenge. For years, decades really, I kept thinking that […]

      Agnes revisited

      by | 0, Add your Comment | Oct 27, 2010
      Agnes revisited

      I got a call this morning; it was Agnes who needed to talk. In the message she stated she was having an anxiety attack. So I called her and we talked for awhile. She is seeing her doctor today at 1 p.m. for the final prognosis of her cancer. Which does not seem to be good, for it is already in her brain, lymph nodes and stomach, so over the last year her internist mentioned that is has spread very fast. Last year she got a clean bill of health cancer-wise. She has to decide if she wants to attempt chemo or simply go into Hospice as her internist advised her to do, for she lives alone.

      So her day is going to be a heavy one, frightful, and she feels all alone.

      William and volleyball

      by | 6, Add your Comment | Oct 23, 2010
      William and volleyball

      I went into his room early this morning to check up on him. His moods, because of his dementia (add to that his bi-polar diagnosis) are getting more pronounced as time goes by. So when I ask how he was doing, I got a very aggressive response and was told in so many words, to get out of the room and leave him alone. His bed was a mess so I had to fix it up for him and he fought me all the way. So I just talked to him as I worked, tried to stay out of his swing and kicks (which are not a real threat as long as I stay focused) and just responded to his yelling in a modulated tone of voice; as if we were having a simple conversation…

      Two trees

      by | 3, Add your Comment | Oct 21, 2010
      Two trees

      We have a sidewalk here going East and West and laid in different colors of stone… black, and tan and white, ending in a little cul-de-sac. Very tiny actually, connected to another sidewalk going North and South.  I often like to walk there in the early morning, long before the sun shows it rays.

      In the far past, perhaps about 30 years ago, two trees were planted at this spot, where the two sidewalks meet.  Corentine was Paul’s assistant; Paul being the one in charge of the placement of plants around the area. Corentine planted these trees on his own, which caused a little tempest in a tea pot.  In the end the trees remained, though Paul was angry for quite a while afterwards; yet in the end it faded, the waves once again became calm.

      Short order cooks tap dance as they work

      by | 2, Add your Comment | Oct 16, 2010
      Short order cooks tap dance as they work

      I was returning from the airport not too long ago. I drove a friend of mine there and after dropping him off, on the way back home I stopped off at Subway and got me a turkey sandwich. There was a young woman working behind the counter and as I watched her work and deal with those customers who were ahead of me, I was taken with her skill in how well she did her job. She was centered, good humored and very quick in making up the orders; one after another. I have always been taken with people who do any kind of job well, no matter what it is. So when it was my turn, I placed my order and enjoyed the dexterity, intelligence and skill in how she carried out my order. So as I was checking out I told her that her rhythm in how she does her job could easily be put to music. She was taken back a bit and asked me what I meant.

      Isolation (and an interesting conversation)

      by | 2, Add your Comment | Oct 11, 2010
      Isolation (and an interesting conversation)

      About twenty years ago, there was a man in our retreat house that seemed to be suffering from some form of mental illness. And because of that, was causing some problems with those who were simply trying to have a quiet retreat. I went over to have a visit with him and to talk a bit so I could see what the problem seemed to be. He was a nice man, in his early forties, well groomed and friendly; though he had trouble communicating in a way that made me feel (doubt) that there was any real connection.

      Miles to go before I sleep

      by | 3, Add your Comment | Oct 6, 2010
      Miles to go before I sleep

      I went to see a friend of mine today who is in the local detention center here. John (not his real name) is 50 years old, intelligent, yet he seems to have a knack on how to get into trouble. DUIs, that kind of thing, then jumping bail and getting out of town hoping never to be caught; which in his case never seems to happen….he always gets caught eventually. So I have been here before visiting him. The last time about 9 years ago, though it does seem like it was just last year.

      A new section has been built, bigger, more modern, but still looks like a prison. The waiting area is a very big room with very few chairs and next to that is the visiting area, glassed in. You can see the people in front of the monitors (yes it is all on screen), talking and some of the children touching the monitor trying to get closer. I am sure it is painful for all involved, yet I can see the necessity of such a system, keeps out contraband, etc.

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