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Waxing Existential: Forced to Find Meaning
I recently watched the film Seeking a Friend for the End of the World, with Steve Carell and Keira Knightley. Without giving it all away, Carell’s character, Dodge, is faced, as is all of humanity, with the imminent end of the world. An asteroid is on course to destroy the planet, and there are but a few weeks of life left on earth.
The...
Waxing Existential: The Curse of January
I’m sitting here, finding myself in a mid-January slump. The afterglow of a sun-filled, balmy-aired vacation a distant memory, the promise of the New Year slipping away into the overbearing grey Seattle cover. Why? Who knows? I’m feeling cynical of any effort to find meaning and purpose right now. Somehow, I thought I would be immune...
Waxing Existential: The Essence of Aloha
The man selling fresh fruit a couple of blocks from where I am staying in Maui first explained the best way to cut and eat a pineapple. After purchasing the perfectly golden delight, I asked what the meaning of “aloha” is to him. “Oh, many people say it for everything,” he said. “But most people don’t know the...
Waxing Existential: Dark Nights of the Season and Soul
The encroaching darkness this time of year is a stark reminder of my existential predicament. When I finally realized that the light was severely lacking, I was forced to accept that I was again in a shallow relationship with the sun. I prefer deep relationships, so this always disappoints me. No, it depresses me. Because I am no stranger to...
Waxing Existential: Comfortably Numb
The other day my teenage son started telling me why he thought it wasn’t good to watch the news. “You watch and something bad may have happened and you’re like, ‘eh’. You’re jaded. You get so used to seeing bad shit. Bad things shouldn’t be normal, but when you watch the news you keep getting exposed to things like stabbings, rape, war, that you...
Waxing Existential: My Father, Dementia, and Me
After surveying the room, my father leaned over the dining table and whispered to my sister and me, “I’m the youngest one here”. Then, he started crooning that lovely song from Rodgers and Hammerstein’s South Pacific, “Younger Than Springtime.”
We had just moved our 88-year-old father into an assisted living facility. I stayed there with him for...
Waxing Existential- To Err is Human; To Sleep, Divine
A recent article in the Sunday New York Times Style section discussed the issue of sleepless middle-aged women. The piece, entitled, “Mother’s New Little Helper—What gets many women through stressful days? A little pill they take at night” was a little misleading. Yes, it’s true that the use of...
Waxing Existential: Flying the friendly skies
I happen to be on a plane right now bound for New York. I’m trying to figure out what it is that I go through every time I choose to get on a plane. Flying is very necessary for me. I won’t stop doing it. I need to go visit my family and friends wherever they may be. I would rather be beamed to my...
Waxing Existential - Craving What You Can't Escape
I was with my friend Denise the other day, and she was describing her experience in a yoga class. “…I had to really focus on my feet on the ground, and aligning my body in the proper position. I couldn’t possibly think of anything else but what I was doing in that moment…” Then her face had a...
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