<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Life-Experiences on Late Blooms</title><link>/tags/life-experiences/</link><description>Recent content in Life-Experiences on Late Blooms</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 19 Jan 2015 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/life-experiences/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Broken Pieces</title><link>/posts/broken-pieces/</link><pubDate>Mon, 19 Jan 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/posts/broken-pieces/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.”&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;― Rumi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="https://photos.smugmug.com/Lateblooms/n-ZkfX3Q/2015/Broken-pieces/i-KVBwB64/0/KDVWgmcCZJV8JtLC9pWWbbPg949gPbVQkHqKQF8Vk/D/Broken-Vase-HDR-ish-D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Broken Vase (HDR-ish)" loading="lazy" src="https://jeanjankisamaroo.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/01/Broken-Vase-HDR-ish-1024x587.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I accidentally knocked over one of my favorite vases which has served me well for many years.  As you can see in the above collage, it&amp;rsquo;s a very beautiful one.  You can also see that it was broken into many pieces and beyond repair.  I was disappointed but not devastated.  Whether that has to do with the aging process and the &amp;ldquo;letting go&amp;rdquo; stage of life or some other process at work is not quite clear to me.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>On Becoming a Senior Citizen</title><link>/posts/on-becoming-a-senior-citizen/</link><pubDate>Fri, 25 Jul 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/posts/on-becoming-a-senior-citizen/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt; “Aging is not lost youth but a new stage of opportunity and strength.” (Betty Friedan) &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="https://photos.smugmug.com/Lateblooms/n-ZkfX3Q/2013/On-becoming-a-senior-citizen/i-6mvkkzb/0/M5pgsVVczGspmHKXbMvFScTXwdXMkjtDVd3KpkvnP/D/Senior-Citizen-blog-post-D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Senior Citizen (blog post)" loading="lazy" src="https://jeanjankisamaroo.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/07/Senior-Citizen-blog-post-1024x612.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Life happens.  The day has come that I am officially a Senior Citizen.  While I&amp;rsquo;m looking forward to receiving my monthly pension cheques and all the other discounts and perks that come with my senior status,  this post contains some of my observations over sixty-five years.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sixty-five years is a long life.  From the moment we&amp;rsquo;re born, the process of learning how to live in this world starts.  We learn from our caregivers what are the social and cultural mores we are expected to live up to.  Each and everyone of them does the best job they can to impact our positive growth and development.  By the time one arrives at age 65, it&amp;rsquo;s alright to admit to oneself, if not to everybody else, that all these well-meaning and trusted souls were imperfect themselves.  This means that I can&amp;rsquo;t be anywhere near perfect or any kind of saint.  In our human nature, there are flaws.  &amp;ldquo;&lt;strong&gt;Thinking well is the greatest excellence and wisdom:  to act and speak what is true, perceiving things according to their nature.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/strong&gt; (Herakleitos)&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Right Fit</title><link>/posts/the-right-fit/</link><pubDate>Wed, 25 Sep 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/posts/the-right-fit/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="https://photos.smugmug.com/Lateblooms/n-ZkfX3Q/2013/The-right-fit/i-3DQbj3h/0/MCMsgjNHhSHFdk6KWmH7bB7GLwjZQnxT6L8wPxH7N/D/Shoes-for-blog-Jungs-quote-D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Trying on Shoes" loading="lazy" src="https://jeanjankisamaroo.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/09/Shoes-for-blog-Jungs-quote-1024x585.jpg" title="Shoes for blog (Jung&amp;#39;s quote)"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The shoe that fits one person pinches another; there is no recipe for living that suits all&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;cases.  ~ Carl Jung&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Starting early this summer, I had to think about shoes quite a bit.  There were three weddings to attend and I also needed a pair of comfortable sandals.  When I was young, I loved buying shoes, and, in fact, had a passion for nice footwear.  At this time of life, though, it is definitely more of a chore.  I still admire beautiful shoes but it definitely isn&amp;rsquo;t about how beautiful they look on me.  The number one criteria is that they have to feel comfortable.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>"Cali" the Calico Cat</title><link>/posts/cali-the-calico-cat/</link><pubDate>Tue, 24 Apr 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/posts/cali-the-calico-cat/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;[caption id=&amp;ldquo;attachment_30&amp;rdquo; align=&amp;ldquo;alignleft&amp;rdquo; width=&amp;ldquo;300&amp;rdquo;]&lt;a href="https://photos.smugmug.com/Lateblooms/n-ZkfX3Q/2012/Cali-the-calico-cat/i-2WCbCcp/0/Lk7vvzz4dP5LvH8DqvxfsgtvmmjVDTrD6S6fn8xKs/D/Cali-sleeping-on-quilt-D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img loading="lazy" src="https://jeanjankisamaroo.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/04/Cali-sleeping-on-quilt-300x168.jpg" title="\\&amp;#34;Cali\\&amp;#34; the Calico Cat "&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cali - Unconditional Love[/caption]&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;ldquo;Until one has loved an animal a part of one&amp;rsquo;s soul remains unawakened.&amp;rdquo; (Anatole France)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;             All pet owners know how these four-footed creatures can worm their way into your heart.  Four years ago, I started to have a great longing to have a pet.  I thought a puppy would be nice.  However, after much thought and deliberation, it became clear to me that walking a dog in winter might not be that easy for me.   So it was that Cali was adopted from a family who were not able to keep her anymore.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>