Finding Truth

He was more than a client. He was a friend.

His daughter was searching for something—a reflection, a word from the wise, a shared tear of understanding. This was all I could think to say, and maybe it was enough:

It seems that with the passing of time, our losses, hurts, and regrets can become both deeper and more marked. However, when balanced by our expressions of love, our pain becomes the compassion we offer to others. What seemed like a loss becomes the ballast for our heart and soul.

Dreams for Human Habitat

I envision a new kind of place. It has acreage in the country with a community center and shared garden, kitchen, dining room, and activity performance area. It is surrounded at a distance by a variety of small but sufficient cabins in which aging individuals and couples live. These aging people maintain their independence while having the opportunity to engage in supportive community activities.

I have this dream. That people who are approaching the slower times in life can afford to live in a community like this, where they can sit in beauty and surround themselves with nature and common souls.

What do you see? What sort of residential care do you think we should be seeking for our parents, grandparents, and future selves?