When you have too much time on your hands, you end up watching Super Soul Sunday with Oprah!
She was in conversation with Shirley MacLaine, so I sat down to learn what else these two spiritual gurus had to say. Shirley MacLaine is probably the only living actor from my childhood. Although performers are immortally mortal, when one with whom I grew up dies, I feel an incredible void.
Actually, I'm a bit obsessed with life and death of actors. Without fail, every time I watch "in memorandum" portion of any award ceremony, I believe all members of the industry are having the same thought; one day, I will not be here, but up there, on the screen, affiliated with the Departed Club. Maybe, they don't, but I do, for them!
She was in conversation with Shirley MacLaine, so I sat down to learn what else these two spiritual gurus had to say. Shirley MacLaine is probably the only living actor from my childhood. Although performers are immortally mortal, when one with whom I grew up dies, I feel an incredible void.
Actually, I'm a bit obsessed with life and death of actors. Without fail, every time I watch "in memorandum" portion of any award ceremony, I believe all members of the industry are having the same thought; one day, I will not be here, but up there, on the screen, affiliated with the Departed Club. Maybe, they don't, but I do, for them!
When you are in your intimate social circle, sharing, laughing, celebrating, do you ever wonder who amongst you gonna go first? I know, it's a morbid thought (especially on the brink of retirement), but I can't stop it from popping into my head, every so often. There is a movie called, The Cemetery Club, quite uplifting actually, that touches on this same topic. I might watch it tonight. After all, aren't we alive only when we think of death? Before getting out there to get myself some sub-zero sunshine, I'll leave you with another uplifting message!
“And now let us love and take that which is given us, and be happy; for in the grave there is no love and no warmth, nor any touching of the lips. Nothing perchance, or perchance but bitter memories of what might have been.”
― H. Rider Haggard, She
“And now let us love and take that which is given us, and be happy; for in the grave there is no love and no warmth, nor any touching of the lips. Nothing perchance, or perchance but bitter memories of what might have been.”
― H. Rider Haggard, She
I am enjoying your blog. I read your "words of wisdom" regularly.
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