Don’t Go Gentle Into That Good Night

Don’t Go Gentle Into That Good Night
By Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

What many of you may not know is that in my “first life,” I was a Language Arts Teacher. When I entered college in the early ’70’s, I wanted to be an attorney. But it was the ’70’s. That was too  “establishment.” So I got entrenched in academia and spent my days reading and writing poetry. At
one point I was hung up on Rod McKuen…can you believe? But wasn’t every teenage girl in those days?

The real highlight of my college career was my passion for English poetry. Not just the sonnets of Shakespeare, but the poems of the Romantics-Byron, Shelley and, Keats. And my poetry world would not have been complete without the poems of the Welsh poet, Dylan Thomas.

The first time I read “Don’t Go Gentle Into That Good Night,” it affirmed the beliefs that I had been raised on by an Irish mother. Life is so important, so special, that we need to fight for it. Thomas watched his father grow weak and frail with old age. He tries to convince his father to fight against imminent death. Some studies suggest that Thomas’ father was going blind as he aged and so Dylan told him that he should “rage against the dying of the light.” This is not just for his father’s sake, but to give closure and hope to the family that he would leave behind.

I hear this poem in my mind every time I learn of a friend’s illness, the death of a family member, or the passing of a client. I relive it every time we have a client or family friend who is diagnosed with Alzheimer’s. The poem ran through my mind every time I visited my mother in the hospital as she
fought against the effects of emphysema; and again when I talked with my brother as he was struggling with lung cancer in his last years.

On a happier note, it comes to mind when I watch friends, clients and associates as they make the most of their senior years with traveling, dancing, teaching and learning. As they go out into the world and enjoy encore careers, yoga classes, segwaying, entertaining, writing, and so much more.
And again, when they share with me the adventures they are having with family and friends; or the joys of a late life relationship with a new partner or mate. And sometimes there are stories of their parents or grandparents as they are reaching the “retirement years;” the “later years;” “the senior
years.”

As the “baby boomers” are aging and they and their families are dealing with realities of that, we at The Musuneggi Financial Group and at Single Steps Strategies see the need to focus on the issues that begin with retirement and thereafter. We believe that our clients and members are looking for, and
need, information and education to make these years the best they can be.

Join us on this journey. Over the next year, we will be concentrating on Retirement to Estate Planning. We will be providing articles and newsletters. We will present meetings, workshops, panels and events. We will introduce you and your family to our Resources who work in such areas as Retirement Planning, Long Term Care, Estate Planning, Encore Careers, Medical & Medicare, Social Security Planning, Lifestyle Choices, Senior Travel, Later Life Housing Options, Home Care, Caretaker Assistance, Income Planning, Debt Solutions, Healthy Living, Education, Winding Down a Small Business, and Asset Protection.

Welcome to the year 2013; and let us all make it the best year yet; as we enjoy every moment and we “Don’t Go Gentle Into that Good Night.

Avoid The Parade Rainers

So I heard a great story that I wanted to share. In my book, Single Steps: Strategies for Abundant
Living, I talk about the “parade-rainers”. They are the people who never let you bask in your own
sunshine. They always want to rain on your parade. They are miserable and they need other
miserable people to be their company. And they don’t know how to be happy for you.

This is a classic story to remind us of how to deal with those negative people.

A woman was at her hairdresser’s getting her hair styled for a trip to Rome with her husband. She
mentioned the trip to the hairdresser, who responded:

“Rome? Why would anyone want to go there? It’s crowded and dirty.

You’re crazy to go to Rome. So, how are you getting there?”

“We’re taking Continental,” was the reply.. “We got a great rate!” “Continental?” exclaimed the
hairdresser. “That’s a terrible airline.

Their planes are old, their flight attendants are ugly, and they’re always late. So, where are you
staying in Rome?” “We’ll be at this exclusive little place over on Rome’s Tiber River called Teste.”
“Don’t go any further. I know that place. Everybody thinks it’s gonna be something special and
exclusive, but it’s really a Dump, the worst hotel in the city! The rooms are small, the service is surly,
and they’re overpriced. So, whatcha’ doing when you get there?”

“We’re going to go to see the Vatican and we hope to see the Pope.” “That’s rich,” laughed the hairdresser. “You and a million other people trying to see him. He’ll look the size of an ant.”

Boy, good luck on this lousy trip of yours. You’re going to need it.”

A month later, the woman again came in for a hairdo. The hairdresser asked her about her trip to
Rome.

“It was wonderful,” explained the woman, “not only were we on time in one of Continental’s brand
new planes, but it was overbooked, and they bumped us up to first class. The food and wine were
wonderful, and I had a handsome 28-year-old steward who waited on me hand and foot.

And the hotel was great! They’d just finished a $5 million remodeling job, and now it’s a jewel, the  finest hotel in the city. They, too, were overbooked, so they apologized and gave us their owner’s suite at no extra charge!” “Well,” muttered the hairdresser, “that’s all well and good, but I know you  didn’t get to see the Pope.” “Actually, we were quite lucky, because as we toured the Vatican, a Swiss Guard tapped me on the shoulder, and explained that the Pope likes to meet some of the visitors, and if I’d be so kind as to step into his private room and wait, the Pope would personally greet me.

Sure enough, five minutes later, the Pope walked through the door and shook my hand! I knelt down
and he spoke a few words to me.”

“Oh, really! What’d he say?”

He said: “Where’d you get that awful Hairdo?

Feather Your Nest

When I moved into my house about six years ago, I hung a wreath above the fireplace in my outdoor  space. The wreath was made of vines and ribbons and baby’s breath. Within a month, I saw that the robins in the area were picking away at it, taking pieces of the vine and ribbon and flying off to add to the
structure of nests they were building elsewhere. On one particular evening, I noticed that a very industrious robin had chosen to use the wreath as the very foundation of his nest. He began by packing mud between the fireplace wall and the wreath. To discourage this building project, I removed the
wreath, removed his structure and re-hung the wreath. I came home the next day to see that this determined robin had rebuilt the nest. Taking it down one more time, I came home the next evening to see that he had built it again; and that his female partner had moved in. I was amazed. I decided that such
determination should be rewarded, and I left them alone. Within a few weeks, eggs appeared; and within a couple of months, baby birds were born, were fed and taught to fly; and finally the entire family left the nest. A nice experience to watch.

Even though I removed the old nest when the family moved out, for the next five springs, new robin families have come, built their nest, bore and raised their children and moved on. Somehow all feeling very secure in my space; and all willing to share the space with me and my family. When we came out to
sit, or watch TV, or cook outside, or just take in the evening air, the robin families did not fly away; but instead they watched our activities just like we watched theirs. They filled the mornings with their chirping and singing. On occasion, after the babies were born, the mothers sometimes squawked if we got too close, just to remind us that we were sharing their space, too, after all.

Then last year something new happened. After the robin family moved away, I had forgotten to take down the nest. I had been traveling a lot; and upon returning from an extended trip, I was surprised to see that a male and female dove had taken up residence in the old robin’s nest. Not only had they made it
their home, but they had added an addition of more mud and twigs and leaves. It was big enough for the two of them to sit in it side by side. Upon further investigation, I discovered they were sitting on two eggs. For weeks they took over my deck, flew in and out, perched on the furniture; and even sat on an
outside ceiling fan, while it went round and round as the air blew past it. They were having a great time and really making themselves at home. When the babies hatched, the parents littered the area with seed pits and other food sources that they shared with their family. Unlike the robins, they were very unwilling to share the space. They squawked anytime I came out the door and frantically flew from side to side in the space anytime someone approached.

By the time they moved out the wreath that had been the foundation of all the nests and the source of building materials for so many robins had totally deteriorated; and so I took it down with nest attached and threw it away. It was like the end of an era.

But in the process of clearing out the wreath and cleaning up the space I found myself meditating on what life lessons I had learned from this odyssey.

All of these birds do what comes naturally. They follow their instincts.

They are determined to accomplish their goal. They let nothing stand in the way of their progress.

They use natural elements to create a home and raise a family. And the doves recycled an existing
structure to adapt it to their needs.

The priority for these birds is their family; and the parents work together to create a healthy, safe, and nurturing environment. They protect their nest from outside influences. They raise their children to ultimately become independent creatures, teaching them to fly, to search for food and to leave the nest.
They teach them to become productive members of their society.

Their life is uncomplicated. It includes work and family, but creativity and fun. The perfect example of simplicity, joy and abundance all rolled into one of God’s small creatures.

I am glad they have shared their lives with me. I am glad that I had the chance to share my space with them. And I am glad they reminded me of some basic rules for living well.

As we enter the Spring of this year, I am anxious to see who comes to live on my deck. A new wreath has been hung and robins are already flying by scoping it out.

And as you begin the Spring of your year take a lesson from my “friends”. Learn to live without stress; create and accomplish your goals; enjoy life’s simple pleasures. Build your personal “nest” with joy and abundance.