Day 2031: Concerned about

I’m concerned about many things.  Perhaps that’s what’s about my  taking this concerned photo yesterday:

I’m concerned about people in power acting bananas.

I’m concerned about the people who ask for money when I’m stopped at traffic lights on my commute to and from work.  I’ve started offering them bananas with concern, which some of them take.

I’m concerned about my wonderful dentist, Dr. Luis Del Castillo, who has been reading and appearing in this blog (here and here) for years. Dr. Del Castillo just received a double lung transplant. If you’re reading this, Dr. Del Castillo, I send you concern and love.

I was concerned about many things when I took my other photos yesterday.

The first three videos that pop up on YouTube in response to “concerned about” are concerned about the current U.S. President, whom I’m concerned about.

Here‘s “Hey” by Quietly Concerned.

What are you concerned about, quietly or otherwise?

As usual, I’m concerned about expressing my thanks to all who helped me create today’s concerned post and — of course! — to YOU.

Day 1271: Age

No matter what your age, chances are you have some thoughts and feelings about age.

Adults of all ages have been attending my therapy groups for a dog’s age. Yesterday, I asked people of different ages to write, draw, or otherwise express themselves about age.

I, age 63, wrote this poem about age:

What are your thoughts and feelings about age?

When my age was a day younger, I took other photos.  Do any of them relate to age?

 

As I was thinking about age yesterday, I heard two ageless songs about age — “I am a Child” and “Old Man” —  from  Neil Young (who I’ve been listening to between the ages of 15 and 63).

What song would you choose about age?

For more than a  hamster’s age, I’ve been expressing ageless gratitude to people of all ages (including you!) who help me create this daily blog.

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Soon after I published this post, I saw this age-related poll about the British vote to leave the European Union.

Day 1228: Danger

Yesterday morning, when I was facilitating a therapy group, I drew this picture

which shows a fish in danger.

Yesterday afternoon, when I was in historic Lexington, Massachusetts, USA, I took these two photos, one after another:

 

For many reasons, I tend to notice potential danger, in the present and in the near future.  Do you?

In my personal and professional lives, I spend a lot of time trying to figure out how much danger people are in, as well as how to negotiate and respond to fear. It makes sense for us to be Fearful of Danger, but how can we accurately assess how much danger we’re in, during any particular moment?  Fear  of danger can save us to live another day;  it can also paralyze and imprison us.

What dangers are you in danger of seeing in my other photos from yesterday?

 

 

 

With all the danger, destruction, death, and dragons we deal with, I sometimes suggest this helpful phrase:

It’s safer than it feels.

Is there any danger of my forgetting to  express gratitude at the end of this blog post?

 

 

Day 436: Looking Up

These days, things are looking up, including me.

Yesterday, as I was walking around the hospital where I work, I looked up and noticed that this clock was ready for its close-up:

Have you ever noticed that almost all clocks and watches in advertisements are set to ten minutes past 10 (or ten minutes before 2)? That’s because marketing people have ascertained those are the most visually and esthetically pleasing positions.

Just to demonstrate this, I am going to google images for “clocks”

(I found that image here, a page that further proves my point)

…. and “watches.”

(I found those here.)

Anyway, I was looking up a lot, yesterday. On my walk back to my car, after work, I saw this:

“Wow!” I thought, for several reasons.

Then,  over to my left, I looked up again:

I repeat, “Wow!”

Then, I looked up some more,  as I walked by friendly Fenway Park:

I thought I saw buds on trees in this recent post. Now, I’m sure of it.

There are lots of numbers on this side of Fenway Park. This is my favorite one:

In this statue memorializing Ted Williams …

… somebody is really looking up to him. You can see #8‘s statue in that photo, too.

There was one more moment, yesterday, before I reached my car, where I paused, took a breath, and mindfully looked up:

Yes, things are definitely looking up, around here:

There are good reasons to look up at home, too:

Okay!  The clocks — in a less-than-optimally-esthetically-pleasing position — are telling me it’s time to end this post.

Thanks to time-keepers everywhere, the moon (which made several sneak appearances, above), people who stop and look,  everyone I look up to,  and to you — of course! — for looking this way, today.