Stages of Withdrawal—from Life. But Not in a Bad Way

TIME AND PLACE

This photo has nothing to do with anything in this post really. But it's a very nice little wooden carving from Mozambique (I think). Enjoy it. This photo has nothing to do with anything in this post really. But it’s a very nice little wooden carving from Mozambique (I think). Enjoy it.

Not To Be Considered a Depressing Post but it might be more interesting if you are in a ‘stage’ of life where age is rearing its annoying head. And it is about travel…eventually.

I worked in nursing homes as a resident advocate and as a social worker before returning to Albuquerque in 2000. In the Masters program at Augsburg College in Minneapolis and San Diego State University I partially focused on issues of the frail elderly. During my mom’s last years, I spent a lot of time with her at the nursing home. AND. I. am. getting. old.

Just establishing my credentials to talk about aging.

The first stage for me was when I realized I was strolling down, not up, a mountain…

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About mneset

Writer, Traveler, Director/North Fourth Art Center

Posted on September 8, 2014, in Living LIFE. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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