, Newburyport, MA

December 7, 2012

What can I say?

Boomer Talk
Angelena Craig

---- — As I prepared to write my column this month, I felt uninspired.

I searched to find some new and exciting topic which might spark me to put together a few pages worth reading, but alas, I didn’t have much luck. I tried writing about the election and how thankful I am that it is over. I feel relieved that my side came out ahead, and in Massachusetts, we passed a bill legalizing the use of medical marijuana, and that the first attempt for a “Death with Dignity” measure to legalize physician-assisted suicide came close to passing.

I am also delighted to notice my home phone no longer rings every waking hour with campaign solicitations. Equally wonderful, now that the election is done with, the amount of messages in my e-mail inbox has been cut in half, and no longer do I get those slick postal letters with enticing invitations and family photographs. I tried to tell “them” to stop those expensive mailings and save the marketing money, since they already had my vote and I can only give so much, but no one listened.

For far too long the calls and the mail kept coming. Having all this hoopla end is good, but I am left with a bit of cynicism that probably not much in our government will change. The opposition party will most likely continue to oppose and make any forward motion slow going. Is it fair to say a compromise on one’s core values may not be possible?

I might have written about the holidays and how it is becoming ever more absurd, given the economic times, to buy into the Christmas gift-giving madness which seems to start earlier each year. As soon as requests for donations around the election ended, we have passed into “the season of giving” and every nonprofit with, no doubt, a very worthwhile cause is looking for me to make a donation.

All those address stickers and note pads they send make me feel a little guilty, but not enough to support each and every deserving organization.

Next, I considered writing about the devastation to the coastal towns further south and how admirable it is that so many across America responded so quickly and reached out to help. But, I kept coming back to my sense of reality. More and more, it appears that Mother Nature will have her way with us — especially with those living on low lands. I know hardly anyone wants to hear this, including me. I do feel personally threatened and saddened by the possibility of our coastline disappearing; however, what is the choice, other than moving inland?

I thought to write about preparing for calamity, but I knew I probably won’t be doing much in the way of getting ready, “just in case.” What plans could be made? What would I take as I fled to higher ground? Who wants to think about such a “remote” possibility? But, is it so far-fetched, this sense of being at risk fueled by all the evidence of the seas rising more rapidly than we have ever seen?

How would I survive the total destruction of my property? Although I love living in my home, surrounded by things I have accumulated over a lifetime, still I do believe all the material stuff, all of it, is expendable. If everything disappeared in a hurricane or earthquake, and I and my loved ones survived, it could be enough.

Downsizing, if thrust upon me, is something I could do fairly easily. But I do have one substantial requirement. I would have to escape to a warm and friendly climate where I won’t need my furnace, down comforter and heavy coats, boots, gloves and hats. I like to envision living out the remaining years in a tropical climate, eating off the land with just a bathing suit and sunblock to cover me. I am reminded of the very primal desire to return to the original Garden of Eden, to Paradise.

Somehow, I feel relieved to imagine what could be “a worst case scenario” and yet to be left with the sense, it’s all OK... no matter what.


Angelena Craig of Newburyport is the director of The New Aging Movement and a professional-level yoga instructor. Visit her website at or e-mail