The blistering orange sun burns through the smoky morning sky. I feel saddened for our Sonoma & Napa County neighbors and so many others across the country rebounding from ‘natural’ disasters. Even as I seek to green my lifestyle and politics, smoke from nearby fires envelopes the Bay Area where I live.
Russell and I needed a new website to articulate the teaching partnership we envisioned - skills to age vibrantly, relieve pain and prevent injury. We turned for help to a marketing professional, our son Amon Rappaport, a storyteller for organizations and purpose driven companies seeking to make the world a better place.
My father exercised his whole life until a severe car accident at age 70. The antibiotic he took to save him destroyed his inner ear equilibrium — to prevent feeling dizzy, he had to hold his head very still. No tennis, no golf, no dancing. He became deeply depressed and lost his zest for life. His muscles began to wither and the gaunt look of death spread across his face.
Russell and I recently resumed evening walks and love the benefits. We suggested to Simone and Thorsten Kopitzki, students and Harbor Point neighbors, that they try it. “Walking every night is a good way to balance my stressful office work," Simone said. "I’ve improved my balance and
Our beloved Mt.Tam was held hostage by the murders of four women in 1979. We felt powerless to set her free until the day Anna and Larry invited us to mobilize our feelings and help heal the mountain, and ourselves.
When we stop to appreciate a body part, we often think of the heart, brain, or the lungs. But where would we be without our ankles? Just where we’re seated right now! Yet, our ankles play a vital role in active aging.
Coincidentally, several days before a skin melanoma was diagnosed near my right ankle, I wrote this thank you note.