Something for Everyone to consider……

Ernest Hemingway once said:
When people talk listen completely. Don’t be thinking what you’re going to say. Most people never listen. Nor do they observe. You should be able to go into a room and when you come out know everything that you saw there and not only that. If that room gave you any feeling you should know exactly what it was that gave you that feeling.
It’s a rare and profound gift to be fully present with someone, and yet, it’s something so few of us truly offer. Most people only half-listen, their minds already formulating their next words, distracted by their own thoughts, or zoning out entirely.
Imagine how powerful it would be if we listened more deeply—if we made a commitment to being fully engaged, to hearing and understanding not just the words, but the emotions and intentions behind them. Listening isn’t just about waiting for your turn to speak; it’s about absorbing what someone else is sharing and making them feel heard, valued, and understood. It’s about connecting on a level deeper than surface conversations, because when you truly listen, you open a door to empathy and genuine connection. And isn’t that what we’re all really longing for?
Beyond listening, there is also the art of observing, of truly noticing the world around you. When you walk into a room, take a moment to soak in everything. Notice the details—the way the sunlight filters through the windows, the color of the walls, the expressions on people’s faces, the way someone is nervously tapping their foot or laughing with their eyes more than their mouth. Most of us rush through spaces, our minds preoccupied and our eyes barely registering what’s in front of us. But there’s magic in paying attention, in being mindful of the small details that make every moment unique.
Think of the room not just as a physical space, but as an experience. Every room has a mood, a feeling, an energy. It could be the coziness of a room filled with laughter, the tension of a space where a difficult conversation just took place, or the warmth of a place that holds beautiful memories. The more we tune in to these subtle feelings, the more deeply we can understand our surroundings and the people in them. What gave you that feeling? Was it the way someone’s eyes lit up when they smiled? The scent of freshly brewed coffee that brought a sense of comfort? Or perhaps the distant echo of a song that stirred up a forgotten memory?
Being observant and emotionally aware in this way takes practice, but it also transforms the way you move through life. You become more sensitive, more attuned, more aware. You start to notice the way a friend’s voice softens when they’re talking about something they love, or the slight shift in someone’s tone when they’re hiding something. You begin to see and feel things that others miss entirely, and that awareness can lead to a richer, more connected experience of the world.
It’s a beautiful thing to be a person who listens with their heart, who observes deeply, and who feels fully. It means you’re not just drifting through life; you’re living it intentionally. You’re soaking in the fullness of each moment, aware of the beauty and complexity around you. It means you understand people better, because you’ve made the effort to see and hear them, to pick up on the nuances of their being. It means you can be the kind of person whose presence feels calming, because people know you’re truly there with them, not just waiting for your turn to talk or half-heartedly engaging.

So, when you’re in conversation, let go of the urge to plan your next statement. Take a breath, relax your mind, and give the person speaking your undivided attention. Let yourself be present, fully. When you walk into a room, slow down and really see it. Observe the details, feel the energy, notice the small things that make that moment unique. You’ll find that life becomes richer, fuller, and more meaningful when you learn to listen and observe completely. It’s not just about hearing words or seeing objects—it’s about feeling the fullness of everything around you. It’s about experiencing life, deeply and completely.

Best, Jay

Moments in Time…

At seventy, I’ve finally learned one of life’s hardest truths: not everyone you love is meant to stay. ✨

For so long, I believed love was enough. I thought if I cared deeply enough, held on tightly enough, people would remain in my life forever. But after seven decades, I understand—love isn’t always the glue we imagine it to be.

Life has its own rhythm. Some people step in gently, like a spring rain—soft, refreshing, full of new beginnings. Others arrive like a thunderstorm—loud, wild, unforgettable, but gone in an instant. And then there are those who drift away like autumn leaves—quietly, almost unnoticed, until suddenly the branches are bare.

When I was young, every goodbye felt like a wound. I thought departures meant I wasn’t enough to keep someone. Friends moved away. Relatives grew distant. Promises fell apart. I’d lie awake at night replaying conversations, searching for what I said wrong, what I could have done differently.

But time teaches what heartbreak cannot: people don’t always leave because of us. They leave because life pulls them onward. Careers relocate them. Illness shortens their days. Choices carry them in directions we can’t follow.

I remember the sting when my best friend from high school stopped calling. We had been inseparable—late-night talks, joyrides, sharing secrets we thought were the center of the universe. Then came adulthood. Jobs. Families. Silence. For years, I carried anger. How could someone who once knew me best simply vanish?

Decades later, I bumped into her by chance. We hugged, and for that moment it was as if no time had passed. I realized she hadn’t really left—life had just taken us on separate roads. And in that hug I finally saw: love doesn’t disappear when people do. It lingers in memories, in laughter you can still hear, in the way your heart softens at their name.

The deepest lesson came even later. One evening, as the sun sank low, I was sitting on my porch lost in thought when Clara—my oldest surviving friend—pulled into the driveway. We hadn’t spoken in months. She brought no gift, no apology, no explanation. She simply came. We sat side by side, watching the porch light flicker. Then she laughed, and suddenly we were twelve again.

That moment anchored me. I realized some people may not always be with you, but they are always for you. They may not call every week, but they’re the ones who answer at midnight when the world collapses. They remember your laugh. They see beyond your wrinkles and gray hair to the same soul you’ve always been.

Life isn’t about holding onto everyone—it’s about recognizing the rare few who hold onto you.

The hardest part, I think, is learning to let go. To release people without bitterness, without chasing, without begging them to stay when their chapter in your story has ended. Because letting go with love creates space—for healing, for peace, and for the people who truly belong.

I used to fear loneliness. I thought an empty chair or a quiet phone meant failure. But now I see it differently. Loneliness is proof that I dared to love. It’s the echo of my heart reaching for connection. And because of those absences, the ones who remain—the Claras of my life—shine even brighter.

At seventy, I know this much:

Not everyone is meant to walk beside us forever.
Some are only chapters, not the whole book.
And the ones who remain until the last page? They are treasures beyond price.

So if you’re grieving someone who has drifted away, hear this: don’t measure your life by the ones who left. Treasure the ones who stayed. Sit with them on the porch. Laugh at the same old stories. Keep the light on for them.

Because in the end, the story of your life isn’t written by those who walked out. It’s written by those still sitting beside you, no matter how many seasons have passed. ❤️

Best, Jay

Real Time at 88
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