![]() ![]() Lots of formal and informal groups are joining forces to discover this terra incognita together. We are still feeling our way, but have explored the prospect of making the wrong choices in a poem of Wallace Stevens*, the depths of lamentation through music, and what it means to be creative in later life. And now, we are at the cusp of what the French call le troisième âge.Ībout a year ago, a friend proposed that we gather a small group of women to talk about this adventure we don’t really feel ready for, aptly coining the title Love, Death and the Whole Damn Thing. ![]() We have turned the spotlight on ourselves at each stage as if no one had passed through adolescence or had a baby or lost a parent before. ![]() I belong to the front end of the baby boom, maybe the only generation that thinks it is going through the life cycle for the first time. We are also newly but acutely aware of the sand slipping inexorably through the hour glass and the uncertainty about how and when our health or faculties will fail. Yet, we don’t yet know what to do with this freedom. ![]() In many ways, we have more choices before us than at any other time in our lives. Have you noticed that the conversations you find yourself in are more and more about “What now? What next?” with an undertone of anticipation, urgency and trepidation. Love and Death, by Hans Baldung Grien (c.1484-1545) ![]()
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