And I don’t mean chit-chat! (Nothing against chit-chatting unless it is the only way you manage interactions in your life.)
What I am suggesting here is that we take time to talk about “the important,” with those others who are hungry to do so as well. Continue reading
Pauline modeling her handmade button bracelet
There are so many ways to enrich one’s life.
Those who have all-consuming hobbies are specialists at having fun, while taking very seriously the projects that fascinate them.
And, I find myself intrigued to learn about hobbies and passions I never imagined existed. Like button collecting.
Pauline Reed sharing her passion
My 92-year old friend, Pauline, spent 50 years immersed in this hobby until diverted by age and the need to care for her ailing husband. While she put the majority of her extensive collection up for auction several years ago, she’s giving her neighbors a little glimpse into her former life by sharing some of her treasured remaining buttons at our monthly Conversation and Connection gathering.
Last month 94-year old John gave us a different glimpse into his 85 years of stamp collecting. With eyesight and hearing failing, he said it was his ability to keeping playing with his stamp collection, attending the local meetings of his Stamp Club, and gifting his wood working projects, which have kept him sane throughout his losses.
John and Pauline are great models.
Buttons from Japan
May we all take the time to pursue what captures our interest and what we have come to love.
It may end up being one of the enthusiasms, the activities, or even the memories, that keep us going in later life.
What are your consuming interests?
PS. I refer you a recent post containing my thoughts about exploring a new interest.
“To what?” you might ask.
“To Yourself! To the whispering of your heart and soul.”
“Because you have the answers you seek.”
I know. Twenty years ago, I was living the life of a stressed-out business owner in a difficult relationship. Healthy, feeling “invulnerable,” and in my early 50s, I wasn’t listening to my own needs and my own whispering calls that something was not right. In hindsight, the following words by Elizabeth Lesser in her 2005 book Broken Open so resonate with my own experience.
The soul always speaks, and sometimes it speaks the loudest when we block its flow; when we live only half of a life, when we stay on the surface.
If we don’t listen to the voice of the soul, it sings a stronger tune. If we don’t go looking for what lies beneath the surface of our lives, the soul comes looking for us.
Yes, it does. My soul came looking for me with a 2 x 4. Continue reading