Ribbons have a long history of poignant meaning both for those who wear them or tie them to a tree, and those who respond to their message. The yellow ribbon may predate the Pilgrims, coming from England where the poem “She wore a yellow ribbon” symbolized a lady awaiting the return of her hero from battle.
Impacting but subtle changes in our everyday lives are going unobserved by most of us. Just a few years ago, cell phones were a novelty and when in use, they were noticed; at first with disdain, especially in restaurants. As time passed, abundant exposure has numbed us to their presence.
Like a lot of Next Avenue readers, I find myself thinking about what’s next for me. My mind is imaging how I can harvest my lifetime of experience into a business venture that is satisfying to me while serving others.
It turns out that I’m not alone. In fact, many of our fellow Baby Boomers around the country are having the same experience.
In December of 2005 I was on top of the world, in my career and otherwise. As a long time helicopter pilot, I’d landed my dream position, a posting to the island of Kauai, Hawaii’s ‘Garden Island,’ to fly tourists around its magical geography all day. Seven times a day I’d take off, zip around the island’s rainbows and waterfalls.
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While friends are getting upset that the holidays are right around the corner, focusing on food preparation and gift purchases, not one of them is discussing the holiday that is upon us, Halloween. It is not the time of year for the faint of heart, however. It is the time of year to get one’s heart “kick started” with adrenaline.
The grandfather asked his young granddaughter “Have you ever seen a sunset?” I overheard this as a family walked past me on the grey wooden deck overlooking Lake Erie. This family, along with others in the area, found a place to wait for and view the sunset over Lake Erie on a warm fall weekend
My interest in sharing with this community has everything to do with my growing consciousness as an empty nester, my ongoing need to understand and be understood. Not that everyone past fifty has grownup children, or questions on what “good parenting” means at this stage. But I am eager to engage in online dialogue with others.