Art Sherman talks with his hands as if holding the reins, a distinctive trait left over from his first career as a jockey.
Riding for over 21 years he rode his share of winners, but rarely the big horses in the big races. He’d occasionally supplement his income playing “race-horse rummy,” a card game that was popular in the jockey’s room between races, for 25 cents a point.
California Chrome won by 1 ¾ lengths fostering hysteria for The Preakness Stakes, the second race for the Triple Crown. On another gorgeous Saturday afternoon last weekend, Sherman’s horse won again in a magnificent race.
Kentuckians, far removed in time and space like me, watch the Derby the first Saturday in May without exception. Sure we choke up as we sing ‘My Old Kentucky Home’ because at that moment memories flood our hearts, but when a horse like this comes along we can turn giddy.
California Chrome now has a shot at Triple Crown greatness, but you have no soul if you don’t root for Art Sherman too. His story is an advanced class on finding what you love to do and day-after-day-after-day turning it into an endless career.
This unassuming man is the oldest trainer to have won the Derby. “I never made it with the big, big horses…but I’m thankful for my career,” Art said. (more…)
Catastrophe and misfortune meet you along the way and the results are sorrow, despair, grief, pain and misery.
No one escapes. No one.
This isn’t about the disappointment you might experience when your sports team loses or Cosco has run out of your favorite gummy fish.
This is about bitter disappointment.
The kind of heartbreak that must have been experienced last month when hundreds of climbers found out they weren’t going to be able to test their skills to reach the top of Mt. Everest.
The tragic loss of 16 Sherpas in an avalanche on April 18th was the worst single event in Everest history. The climbing community mourned the deaths then were caught in the tangled web on the sidelines between Sherpas and their government.
When the mountain ‘functionally’ closed, not only had lives been lost but dreams shattered. (more…)
While the word pilgrimage may sound mysterious, it is not. Whatever our longing, path or destination, we are all journeying and have been throughout our lives.
All men and women are travelers though often we might be confused wanderers. I think you know what I mean – on the path, off the path, screw the path.
Maybe you don’t think of yourself as a pilgrim but many scholars do. They declare that life is a pilgrimage and the human soul is a pilgrim.
I believe in pilgrimage as a powerful metaphor for any passage with the purpose of finding something that matters deeply to the traveler. The pilgrimage can be an inward journey as transformative and sacred as the revered walk thousands undertake each year on Camino de Santiago.
I wanted to be inspired, learn new things and broaden my perspectives.
His seventh volume of poetry, Pilgrim, is hailed as some of his best work. Whyte defines a pilgrim as someone, like you and me, passing through our lives relatively quickly but dependent on friendship, hospitality and help from friends and strangers alike.
Someone for whom the nature of the destination changes step by step as it approaches, and someone who is subject to the vagaries of wind and weather along the way.
The nature of our journey, no matter our age, will not change when it comes to unexpected challenges and events, or joyful transitions. (more…)
Mid-life is a fixed idea most of us hold onto far too long.
The reality is that in our late fifties we are nearly 2/3rds done. From 50 to 80, years can collapse. Months disappear.
I have a simple purpose in this blog – to influence our future in the very way we hold a conversation about the last third of life.
A great measure of maturity is truly understanding that we move through our lives in a blink of an eye.
Never mind any actions you choose to take or neglect to take. You may choose to plot yourself forward to a grand place or you may let life happen to you.
Let’s just talk.
Life is a story with a beginning and an end. An inventive life post50 begins with your truth about what you want. Best friends forever often