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To Belong, Or Not to Belong: Exploring Human Belonging

The Art of Belonging To belong, or not to belong – that is the question. As is the question of whether human beings really need to feel a sense of belonging in order to: function, survive, experience happiness and ultimately, loved. But what does it mean to belong? Is human belonging the fact that your […]

To Belong, Or Not to Belong: Exploring Human Belonging

Preparing for old age

Vision for Ageing in Aotearoa — Write Into Life

“If you think this talk could be useful for someone you know, please share the link, which you’ll find on YouTube. People caring for aging parents, people about to retire, aged care workers and nurses spring to mind. The talk includes a couple of poems, but don’t let that scare you.”

Source: https://writeintolife.com/2022/06/08/preparing-for-old-age/

Write Into Life

What Is Aging in Place?

 Aging in place occurs when someone makes a conscious decision to grow older in their current residence instead of moving to an assisted living or long-term care facility. Aging in place works best for people who create a plan, modify their home and establish a supportive network of family and home care services. 

Source: https://angelaggentile.com/2021/06/15/aginginplaceispreferred/

What’s Going to Happen to All the Crap I’ve Accumulated When I Die?

“We may be choosing cremation over burial these days, but self-storage units serve as the new cemeteries: hilltop monuments to our impoverished pasts, tributes to our heady successes, funerary urns holding all that will be left of us after we’re gone. I’ve come to think of them as shrines…”

the National Association of Senior & Specialty Move Managers® blog

All across America, we boomers are finding ourselves stuck with heirlooms and mementos that we can’t give away. By Sandy Hingston, Philly Magazine (October 2021).

You gather up a lot of flotsam and jetsam in a lifetime. What happens to all your stuff after you die? Illustration by Nathan Hackett

Not too long ago, we had guests over to the house — a rare event anymore, even as we all slowly reenter the World of Other People. The occasion was an annual picnic we host for relatives, back on again after a summer skipped because of COVID. As I welcomed the first arrivals in the living room, I felt compelled to apologize for all the crapola lining my bookcase shelves. I could see my niece and nephew taking in the array of ancient elementary-school art projects, nesting dolls, Rubik’s Cubes, animal carvings, music boxes and pieces of driftwood with a…

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