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DO NOT GO QUIETLY ― “You are the one you’ve been waiting for.”

May 27, 2013

Do Not Go Quietly

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by George & Sedena Cappannelli

Agape Media International

290 pages

I don’t know who I would recommend this book to. The message is profound, at least the first half. We are a youth-oriented culture in denial about death and old age. But what the authors suggest we do to get a grip on the inevitable seems like group exercises from the sixties that don’t balance off the consequences of our new awareness. What would? Some belief that we will live forever? Perhaps re-born having the chance of experiencing it all again? I think these would be non-answers.

Some of the examples of people who did their greatest work in their seventies and eighties (like Carl Jung) have an opposite effect on me. I am not Carl Jung and can’t even imagine what some impressive accomplishment might be for me. I did like identifying some “limiting beliefs” and where they came from, as well as betrayals, “people I may not have forgiven” and identifying some of “my secrets” and why I have kept them secret.

I believe we are better off looking rather than squirming in the dark. We need something substantive to fill the void. I don’t know what that might be, just that this book is vague on that answer. And I wonder if burning down the house (no matter how ill suited it may be) is a good idea without having something to take its place.

But, having said that, there is plenty here to think about. Such as: “I’d rather spend my time being curious about what you see and know rather than spend my time defending what I think I know.” And having a conversation with sadness.

That last for me resulted in a good poem. Maybe not “Carl Jung” good. But good.

I Talk to Sadness
 
Will you chat with me? Now, or for a few
minutes? While you’re standing near.
Do you see the lilac blossoms, hear
 
geese in the distance, see me sipping
a cheap red wine? Waiting for the night,
darkness, the end of the day, the end
 
of my life? Oh, you have other places
to go, where people will embrace you.
Like the dog on my lap, I just don’t care.
 
The air is cold, silence gold. I am old.
And you, my friend, are, no longer there. 
 
4 out of 5
 

Order this book directly from Amazon for $16.38. Click: Do Not Go Quietly: A Guide to Living Consciously and Aging Wisely for People Who Weren’t Born Yesterday

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