Meditations on sagacity, philosophy and the good life. In which I reflect on my old neighbor across the street and her sagacity. If a near-illiterate farmer can be blessed, what is the point of philosophy?
Im so happy that I found you! I came across you in Substack last week while waiting for an antibiotic at the striking pharmacy. (Turns out I have Covid for the first time and somewhat surprised, but I may have grown complacent.)
I love this piece and I can picture the woman so easily in my mind.... the kindness and the reflective quality of her life is very clear. A life well lived is a life lived with clear eyes and heart. You drew a lovely picture of her capturing truly, and honoring a life, not without sorrow or regret, but awake and lived fully.
I agree, I think, but can you say something about why you think hers was a life well lived? If this were fiction, I think I would value it, perhaps sentimentally, as an example of integrity. But I'm interested in what criteria to apply to real people, or whether "criteria" are appropriate.
The farmer across the street
Im so happy that I found you! I came across you in Substack last week while waiting for an antibiotic at the striking pharmacy. (Turns out I have Covid for the first time and somewhat surprised, but I may have grown complacent.)
I love this piece and I can picture the woman so easily in my mind.... the kindness and the reflective quality of her life is very clear. A life well lived is a life lived with clear eyes and heart. You drew a lovely picture of her capturing truly, and honoring a life, not without sorrow or regret, but awake and lived fully.
I agree, I think, but can you say something about why you think hers was a life well lived? If this were fiction, I think I would value it, perhaps sentimentally, as an example of integrity. But I'm interested in what criteria to apply to real people, or whether "criteria" are appropriate.