Showing posts with label Kindness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kindness. Show all posts

Friday, May 10, 2013

Age, Social Security And AP

 
So lengthy the list, so many concerns that the world
holds to worry over...
 
The massive (and unexplained) right whale die off.
Perhaps only 500 remain.
(perhaps if we'd not allowed them to be whaled into near non-existence
as a society of humans they'd not now be imperiled)

An article published eight hours ago by AP exclaiming Social Security
and Medicare are quote: 'shifiting money from younger generations to older ones'
Perhaps it should be mentioned in the article just how many thousands of
dollars each working adult was obliged to pay into these programs
And now, much like a deposit bank account seek only to access those funds.
Not to live as royalty.
But to live modestly.
To avoid eating cat food
(did you know elders are one of the higher poverty groups)?
 
I wish the article would have mentioned that a large (and larger) portion
of each elders' Social Security payments are
dedicated to paying numerous taxes.

*school taxes (benefiting the young not the old)
*taxes for WIC and CHP (benefiting the young, not the old)
 
Monies that were deducted (from every single lifelong paycheck)
returned via Soc Sec payments pay county taxes and state taxes
for roadways, snow clearing, improvements
libraries, fire and police
Services that benefit young and older adults.
Some that benefit younger adults more.
Road use for example as non-retirees are on the roads more than retired adults.
Much of what Soc Sec payees continue to support with their small checks
assist young adults, building their lives, heading to work
shaping and living their lives as those, now older, did.
 
I deeply wish AP would have mentioned that those
who have reached the milestone of Soc Sec and Medicare
are simply (as promised) accessing  those funds
  demanded of them from a lifetime of paychecks.
The fact this current retiring generation is large means that
there is more need. It also means there was (for decade upon decade)
more taken in, gathered, collected, stockpiled than any other generation.
The math should work. We, the graying, had no control over how
the funds were managed, handled, invested, borrowed or otherwise controlled.

Getting older, being older, should not be a cause for blame.
We, inching our way closer to retirement who have done as demanded
paid and paid and paid. With the agreement it would be there for us at a
predetermined age. It shocks and wearies me to find AP (or any group)
pointing to the aging as the villains, harming the younger, by now being old.
Easy tho we are to 'blame'
 
These are the mornings, the days when I gather my camera and my thoughts
and walk among the trees and fields. The sprouting crops, the nesting birds.
The blooms.
 
No accusations are called out. The young animals move more quickly than the old.
Young mother cows, goats and birds feed their young. The older graze, looking on
now in a different phase of life.
Neither thinks itself better or worse, more or less of value.
They contentedly co-exist.

I love these acres, this farm, these truths.
The cycles of life are understood here.
No anger. 
Just each life taking its turn.
 
Every living thing grows older
Grows old
Grows weaker
Needs a bit of help
 
In animal nature, the younger of the herd, doesn't begrudge
the elders their share of green spring grass
or their spot in the shade of the trees in July.
Nor their place in the barn in the winter.
The elders don't blame the young that they will die
or become freezer food for winter. Or food bartered for firewood or
a tractor repair or seed or manure
for next spring.
 
How tragic it will be if that can not be said of humans. If the young and old do not each support the place in life that we both currently occupy without resentment.
 
In Patagonia they suspect that one of the reasons the right wales are dying
is because recently the gulls have taken to pecking (and consuming) the backs
of the right whales (adults and calves) when they rise for air.
There is no known reason the gulls do so. It's a new behavior.
There is enough food, enough space for the whales and the gulls according to
the marine biologists who study this cruel new gull behavior.

There is a proposition to kill the gulls
to save the right whale mothers and calves.
  
I worry. I hope.
For the right whales.
For the gulls.
For all ages of humans.
 
Right whales rise to breath air.
Gulls scavenge.
 Humans live a full life and grow older every day.
With luck we all do what nature intends and live a full life.
 
We're all part of the intertwined cycle.
Part of the circle.
None escape age.
 
I wish AP, journalists, communities, humans in general
would talk of and write about the entire journey of life.
Of compassion. Of seeking solutions rather than pitting
gulls against whales, young against old(er).

If only there were discussions regarding the full and entire truth.
Elder social support is essential because everyone is (eventually)
going to be older and move slower. Sleep more. See and hear less clearly.
Hope (and need) to step away from work
 (opening up a job for someone younger). 

There is a quote that says we are only as good, as worthwhile
as we treat animals, those in need, those weak, those young and helpless,
sick and infirm. To that I would add also, those of age.
 
Advanced age is a doorway each of you reading has walked thru
or is heading towards...
There is no sidestepping it.

Points to  ponder as we have the opportunity to influence
our government, our representatives.
Points to ponder as choices and votes on Soc Security and Medicare
are put forward. Decisions made now that will touch each of us.
  ~~~
Now I'm heading out with my camera to take some pictures
and find some peace.
 
Thanks for reading....
 

Friday, January 25, 2013

What Wars Are Raging....

Have compassion for everyone you meet even when they don’t want it.
 
What seems conceit or bad manners or cynicism
is often a sign of things no ears have heard, no eyes have seen.
 
You do not know what wars are going on 
where the spirit meets the bone.
 
Miller Williams

Friday, August 3, 2012

Something-ville

Drippingly hot temperatures yet again today led me to take a
drive along the shady country back roads. There's no lack of shade
at the farm, but windows wide open at 55mph provides a
much higher volume of air movement. And depending upon how
strong or weak willed I am there's the possibility of stopping for
ice cream on the way home from such a drive....

Zipping along I noticed a simple sign - nothing more than sale today
with an arrow. On a whim I followed and arrived within moments
at a tiny but charming 'town center' - a town whose name ended with
"ville"

Isn't if curious (and lovely) how many towns are something-villes?
Shortsville, Mechanixville, Bartonsville
Always rings warm, friendly, pleasant to me.
A bit down the road I found the sale ~ under ancient old maple trees
the shade and treasure beckoned, come hither.  The gentleman in charge
was charming, talkative and happy. We exchanged a bit of banter and then
I strolled the tables overflowing with interesting bits.

My favorite spot was the 10 cent table
Indeed, perfect items for ten cents each
He shared stories about several of the items I'd chosen
his weather worn face smiling, he's eyes alight with memories.

With my arms around a dusty old cardboard box overflowing with
wonderful 10 cent items I headed towards home. I thought how truly
grand it was to have come across someone smiling and friendly. 
I thought how nice it was he'd shared the memories of the pieces
he was passing on - those items & their stories now mine.  

Windows all down, driving back to the farm from something-ville
content and with treasure, I decided to skip the ice cream.
I'd already found  my 'treat' for the day.....

Hope your day held something 'treat-ish' too  :-)

Saturday, September 3, 2011

The August Giveaway Winner Is.......

Putting all the entries for followers
and all the entries for August comments
Into my adored Prim Mixing Bowl
I closed my eyes, spun round three times
and chose the winner
(tho I couldn't read it till my head stopped spinning, lol
next time I may skip the three times round spin :-)

The winner found upon the folded paper:

Ravenwood Whimzies!
click above to visit her warm and welcoming blog
Congrats on winning the August surprise drawing Wendy!!

My humble August 'Surprise' Drawing Included
A Joan Kessler Fabric Remnant (44 in x 20 in)
I adore the pattern - the background is old fashioned blue & white
ticking and is overlayed with oldtime seedpackets
flowers and bees buzzing hither and thither
(as bees are wont to do) 
Also several feet of delicate lace trim
And a vintage album for 'snaps' or poems or anything
dear to the heart for safekeeping!
My heartfelt thanks to each and every one of you
who followed, chatted thru comments, sent emails
Gosh what fun it was and is to have met you all!
Already your comments and insights have
led me down fascinating paths of thought!
Conversations greatly enjoyed.
My hope is that you depart my pages when you
visit with a thought, a smile, an idea that adds to your day
as you add to mine.....
My thanks again to
for the kind care she took to
share this humble little giveaway of mine!

Wendy I've emailed you - send me your addy
and I hope ever-so that you'll enjoy
these August Surprises from me to thee.....

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Such a kind gesture!

It was so lovely of
to mention my August giveaway....
And to send new visitors towards my farm
Kindness is one of the treasures of life
Thank you Amy!

And to everyone who has found their way here from
Amys' wonderful blog WELCOME!
(for anyone who hasn't visited bumble bee lane, go! You'll love it!)