Can You Spare a Half Hour A Day to Save Your “Soul?”

If you can’t spare a half hour a day to save whatever “soul” you believe or don’t believe you have, then it may be time to do a self assessment. I was reading an article by writer Anne Lamott who advised people to take one half hour a day, thirty minutes, to discover or continue taking care of their souls, whether taking a walk, sitting in a garden, or something to nourish that creative side of themselves–whether it’s listening to music, writing or reading a poem, painting, bird watching or baking a cake. You don’t have to climb a mountain or write the next great novel to nourish your soul I should know–I’m still at work on the next great novel and I haven’t even considered climbing a mountain. A hill is enough for me. All of which makes me realize that most times life is about small steps, one at a time, like a baby learning how to walk. You have to crawl first, fall down a few times, then get up.

I know my excuses for not saving my soul and I’ve heard many others from students in my classes. “I’m too busy.” “I barely have time to sleep.” “I’m tired.” But I am convinced from my life that if I have a half hour to watch the evening news, I can find a half hour to take care of what matters–my inner life, which is nourished by what feeds and not destroys my joy in being alive.

So here’s my point to myself: Start today. Don’t try to write the next great novel or start a new group. Take a half hour to feed your soul, in whatever way works for you. I just tried what I am suggesting others try. I took a half hour to read an article about creating space for my soul to feel nourished and not drained, sat where I am right now and looked outside. And then wrote this article.


And the truth of the article hit home. I can spare a half hour a day to feed my soul. For me, it is writing or teaching. These replenish my soul, but only in moderation. If I had to teach thirty hours a week, I’d be drained. If I wrote eight hours a day for seven days a week, I would collapse. But if I took a half hour a day to read a few words, meditate, sit and write a page a day, I would feel better–about myself and certainly more renewed.


Mother Teresa once said if you can’t do great things (and who can?), do small things in a great way. So this column starts my half hour, one page a day time for my soul. From time to time I will let you know how things are going. If you feel the need and have the time, send me an email about your half hour a day. Who knows, if I write a page a day I might just finish a novel. And if enough of you take the half hour, you might do whatever it is that stirs and renews your inner self.

A wise teacher once said: “What does it profit a person to gain the whole world, and lose his or her own soul?” Need I answer the question?

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“Death in Slow Motion”–Our Mother’s Long Journey*

In Memory of Our Sister, Mary Ann Morgan, R.N., B.S.N., M.S.N.

By Howard C. and John C. Morgan

Our mother, Margaret Lyon Morgan, died of a terrible disease, which some have described as “death in slow motion.” It’s called Alzheimer’s disease and dementia. Those who work with dying people realize it is not death they fear but a painful dying. And one of the longest and most difficult endings is for those with Alzheimer’s–and those who witness this process suffer with them, often silently.

Our mother suffered with dementia, probably Alzheimer’s before it was called such, and died nearly fifty years ago. When we think our mother died nearly a half century ago, our minds pause because while it seems so long ago, memories of her remain both before and after she was stricken as if it were yesterday.

Because we lived states away, we returned to see her only for occasional visits. Each time we saw the steady progression downward, with memory and cognitive losses, confusion–and toward the end inability to communicate. It was not easy to see, and probably because we did not see it every day, all the more striking when we did.

In the United States there are some 5 million people with Alzheimer’s and as the population ages there will be many more unless resources are directed toward its cure. Dementia is a broad term that involves brain damage, but about sixty to eighty percent of all dementia cases are Alzheimer’s. It is not a normal functioning of aging. It can persist for up to twenty years as cells die off following the patterns in which they first developed. It’s like the growth process in reverse.

We were so focused on my mother, we often forgot about the caregivers around her, our father and sister especially. We didn’t ignore them but when you have seen a loved one suffering from Alzheimer’s it’s difficult to focus on more than her condition because it is so obvious. My father and sister were players in a plot which drew our attention otherwise each time we returned to where we grew up.

Our mother wanted to be an actress but instead chose the life of raising children and managing the household. She had a remarkable memory; she was able to recite long poems and stories to amuse us and audiences who gathered to hear her. To see her near the end barely knowing her name or us was painful. Did she know who she was? Did she know who we were? When we spoke with her, was she there? Only at times were there hints she might still be inside that deteriorating body.

Our sister had been a nurse and a nursing instructor at colleges in the Philadelphia area. She and our father were the caregivers, but we think a great deal fell on her, given the fact she was knowledgeable about diseases. But as she once told one of us: “Nothing in nursing school or practice ever prepared me for this.” Day after day, returning from a full day of teaching, she took over care from my father, who himself was exhausted. She seldom complained, but it was obvious from her phone calls how difficult this was for her. She once said that nothing she had ever done in nursing was as exhausting as this, and she’d worked on a cancer ward for children in New York City and in a city hospital in Philadelphia.

We tried to help as we could, but what she really needed was respite from the care she was providing not only hospital patients and students but her own mother—not to mention our father who depended on her as well. She once said she told her students it wasn’t the best thing to care for your own family because you cannot always remain focused on the patient as patient, not as parent or spouse or brother. Now here she was not following her own guidance because she felt it her duty.

Alzheimer’s is one of those diseases that is hard to understand unless you have witnessed its devastating impact on a family member or friend. It changes the perception of the loved one, even as you know the outer shell is there, the inner seems strangely transformed. It is a long journey into night, as difficult for the caregivers as anyone could possibly imagine unless you have been a caregiver yourself or seen one functioning in your family. In the last months of her life, my mother was bed-ridden and often had difficult eating or breathing. Our sister once described the last days of our mother’s life, something no one should have to endure, especially because she was a gentle and giving person.

An 18th Century physician, Dr. George de Benneville, whose near death experience changed his life, reported going to the other side and discovering hell in one word: confusion. That seems an apt metaphor for our mother’s descent into darkness: confusion. We were confused, too, not knowing how much she recognized or knew.

What might have helped our sister and father as caregivers were more community supports, at least to relieve them from time to time. Agencies and religious organizations could have helped, but seldom were asked. Some community services are available these days as contrasted to the days my mother lived and died, but these are often not enough and cost beyond what some can afford. What’s really needed is a cure for this disease and a greater sense of urgency to combat it. Some argue it might be possible to find a cure by the year 2020, but only if enough resources are put into finding one.

It’s time to find a cure, for those who suffer from Alzheimer’s but also for those who care for them.

Howard C. Morgan is a retired banker and active in interfaith work. John C. Morgan teaches college philosophy and ethics and is a writer. They are both founding members of ClergyAgainstAlzheimer’s.

*Originally in Arete, reprinted in national publication, US Against Alzheimers


John Morgan and Mother


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Variations on Descartes

The philosopher Descartes set the stage for modern philosophy by saying there was one thing he could not doubt: that he doubted. His famous phrase was: I think, therefore I am (cognito ergo sum).

It’s time for some 21st Century versions of his famous slogan (oh, how I detest attempts to make Shakespeare or the Bible “relevant”), but here goes.

“I stink, therefore I am.” (Person with bad breath, or a skunk).

“I am, therefore I think.” (Existentialist or Egoist).

“I fly, therefore I am.” (Pilot or pigeon).

“I shrink, there I am.” (My all cotton shirt or a therapist).

“I spy, therefore I am.” (Facebook or most of social media)

“I buy, therefore I am.” (Person with great credit card debt).

“I split, therefore I am.” (Contortionist or infinitive).

And, then, there’s one of my favorite quotes from a 19th Century Welsh poet:

As I heard a clever man say he had once,
for three months, doubted his own existence,
but it was in his youth, before he had rheumatism.
(Sarah Williams, Twilight Hours, 1872)

Any new versions of Descartes’ statement received, if not gratefully, at least received.

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(S.B. Schliermach, Universidad, Salamanca0

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Robin Williams, Teacher

I envision Robin Williams arriving at the gates of heaven and telling a few jokes to St. Peter. Or, when he was once asked what he hoped God would say to him when he arrived–“there are still some seats upfront.”

I realize his comic genius, much like Jonathan Winters. Each of them suffered from depression but turned their maniac phases into great comedy. Williams was like a poet, creating something out of seemingly nothing, pulling great ideas out of the air and giving the commonplace new meaning.

But it is one of his more serious performances as a teacher in the movie, “A Dead Poets Society,” I watch from time to time to remind me of what teaching can and should be–an art, not a technique, a way of connecting people with each other and great traditions. When I need encouragement I watch this movie again or read Parker Palmer’s book The Courage to Teach,which evokes the heart of what learning should be, even in the face of standardized tests, cutbacks and unrealistic demands.

I know I have stood on desks, grabbed cell phones when being used in classes, taken students on walks to illustrate what a river or tree teaches, and wished I had formed a Dead Philosophers Society to help me and them realize how vital and important the love of wisdom (philosophy)is to their lives and mine.

But this is mild when compared to Williams’ role as a teacher.

I am also aware of the fact that often great geniuses, whether comic or not, also know the dark nights of the soul. So did Robin Williams. He brought us such joy and delight in living, it is made more difficult trying to grapple with his apparent suicide.

Another real, great life teacher, Morrie as depicted in Mitch Albom’s book, Tuesdays with Morrie, once said that one of life’s great teachings was learning when to hold on and when to let go. I wish Robin Williams had held on longer for the rest of us.

All I can think of this morning are the words of the teacher in The Dead Poets Society, what he tried to teach his students; “CARPE DIEM” (Seize the Day).

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Philosophy students in an outdoor space they created and built at Reading Area Community College, where I once taught.

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Sue Congress?

I wish we could sue Congress for doing nothing or worse, failing to do the business we elected them to do–like passing budgets, enacting laws, creating a climate for creating jobs, solving the immigration crisis, among others.
Since they can’t seem to do much of anything, I have no hope they will tackle major issues like campaign finance or tax reforms. Is it any wonder their public approval rating is so incredibly low?

If we can’t sue them for dereliction of duty, the other option is to vote them out of office, but even here we are facing incredible obstacles. It’s called gerrymandering or redistricting where incumbents are reelected from districts set up by their parties to assure their victories. Oh, one party is working to reduce eligible voters based on very slim evidence of voter fraud. I saw a poll last week that for the first time showed people didn’t view their own congressman favorably (usually the polls show people don’t like congress generally but do like their own congressman).

I haven’t even mentioned that since corporations are people, campaigns are being financed by businesses and big donors.

Of course, we the people are also to blame because the percentage of eligible voters who actually vote is atrociously low, thus creating a situation in which a minority elect political office holders, and sometimes these minorities come from the fringe groups in any party.

Thomas Jefferson had something important to say in his second inaugural address that seems to me to state simply why we have a government at all, remembering that Jefferson was not a federalist but a republican who believed in limited government, not no government:

“Our wish… is, that the public efforts may be directed honestly to the public good, that peace be cultivated, civil and religious liberty unassailed, law and order preserved, equality of rights maintained, and that state of property, equal or unequal, which results to every man from his own industry, or that of his fathers.” –Thomas Jefferson: 2nd Inaugural, 1805.


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Evening Sky

Sometimes a picture is worth a thousand words.


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Just War Theory

The just war theory is one that comes from centuries of ethical thought, initially from Augustine. It is often associated with the Catholic Church and was used by them to argue against the United States going to war in Iraq. In the midst of many wars today, especially those in Gaza and the Ukraine, look over the principles and try to apply them to each situation and see what conclusion you reach about whether each war is just or not according to this doctrine.

A just war:

1. Can only be waged as a last resort after all other means to resolve differences have been exhausted.
2. Is just only if it is waged by a legitimate authority (state).
3. Can only be fought to address a clear wrong, for example, being invaded by another country.
4.Must hold the promise of reasonable success.
5. Is waged to bring about a greater peace.
6. Must be proportional (e.g., the violence caused must not exceed the original injury)
7. Must seek to avoid killing civilians.

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