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Ashton Applewhite

Megan Ramos

Candace Bushnell

Alan Alda

Jay Wrigley

David Unwin

Sam Feltham

Chip Conley

Kerry Hannon

Karen Wickre

David Sinclair

Dan Buettner

Patrick Brown

Andrew Hill

Ruth Westheimer

OwlTail

Kathy McEwan

Half of all Canadians now say COVID-19 has impacted their mental health. A recent survey finds for women its 6-in-10, jumping to 7-in-10 for those aged 18 to 24 as the current stay-at-home order has some wondering just when will the pandemic end. This has led many to reach out for, or consider,  mental health support. And with so many taking long walks, more and more counsellors are offering nature-based sessions. Among them is Adrian Juric of Vancouver Walk &amp; Talk Therapy.AND Spring is not only when homeowners have to clean up their yards and gardens. Its also the time some get the urge to purge and organize their place. It doesnt matter whether ones looking to prepare to possibly downsize in this hot market or stay put, organizing and moving expert Kathy McEwan of Second Set of Hands is here to help.

Half of all Canadians now say COVID-19 has impacted their mental health. A recent survey finds for women its 6-in-10, jumping to 7-in-10 for those aged 18 to 24 as the current stay-at-home order has some wondering just when will the pandemic end. This has led many to reach out for, or consider,  mental health support. And with so many taking long walks, more and more counsellors are offering nature-based sessions. Among them is Adrian Juric of Vancouver Walk &amp; Talk Therapy. AND Spring is not only when homeowners have to clean up their yards and gardens. Its also the time some get the urge to purge and organize their place. It doesnt matter whether ones looking to prepare to possibly downsize in this hot market or stay put, organizing and moving expert Kathy McEwan of Second Set of Hands is here to help.

Adrian Juric on Walk and Talk Therapy & Kathy McEwan on Spring Cleaning

The politics of longevity  and the need for global action against evil ageism are much discussed on The Big Middle.  Across the life course of my podcast -  eight months and counting -- the big issues of the longevity revolution are examined by some of the smartest thinkers around. This time, we’re going deep into a literary art form I guarantee will excite your imagination and soothe your midlife soul. We’re exploring the power and beauty of poetry about ageing. Poetry was never a feature of my life in broadcast news. I’m appreciating it anew thanks to my guest, an intrepid explorer of poetry, people and nature - an aesthete of many layers. Adrian Juric joins me from his base in Kelowna, the gateway to the Okanagan Valley of British Columbia, western Canada. Notes Beneath the Sweather and the Skin - Jeannette Encinias How many years of beauty do I have left? she asks me. How many more do you want? Here. Here is 34. Here is 50. When you are 80 years old and your beauty rises in ways your cells cannot even imagine now and your wild bones grow luminous and ripe, having carried the weight of a passionate life. When your hair is aflame with winter and you have decades of learning and leaving and loving sewn into the corners of your eyes and your children come home to find their own history in your face. When you know what it feels like to fail ferociously and have gained the capacity to rise and rise and rise again. When you can make your tea on a quiet and ridiculously lonely afternoon and still have a song in your heart Queen owl wings beating beneath the cotton of your sweater. Because your beauty began there beneath the sweater and the skin, remember? This is when I will take you into my arms and coo YOU BRAVE AND GLORIOUS THING you’ve come so far. I see you. Your beauty is breathtaking. Messenger - Mary Oliver My work is loving the world. Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird — equal seekers of sweetness. Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums. Here the clam deep in the speckled sand. Are my boots old? Is my coat torn? Am I no longer young, and still half-perfect? Let me keep my mind on what matters, which is my work, which is mostly standing still and learning to be astonished. The phoebe, the delphinium. The sheep in the pasture, and the pasture. Which is mostly rejoicing, since all the ingredients are here, which is gratitude, to be given a mind and a heart and these body-clothes, a mouth with which to give shouts of joy to the moth and the wren, to the sleepy dug-up clam, telling them all, over and over, how it is that we live forever. Weathering - Fleur Adcock Literally thin-skinned, I suppose, my face catches the wind off the snow-line and flushes with a flush that will never wholly settle. Well: that was a metropolitan vanity, wanting to look young for ever, to pass. I was never a pre-Raphaelite beauty nor anything but pretty enough to satisfy men who need to be seen with passable women. But now that I am in love with a place which doesn’t care how I look, or if I’m happy, happy is how I look, and that’s all. My hair will grow grey in any case, my nails chip and flake, my waist thicken, and the years work all their usual changes. If my face is to be weather-beaten as well that’s little enough lost, a fair bargain for a year among the lakes and fells, when simply to look out of my window at the high pass makes me indifferent to mirrors and to what my soul may wear over its new complexion. Love after Love - Derek Walcott The time will come when, with elation you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror and each will smile at the other's welcome, and say, sit here. Eat. You will love again the stranger who was your self. Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart to itself, to the stranger who has loved you all your life, whom you ignored for another, who knows you by heart. Take down the love letters from the bookshelf, the photographs, the desperate notes, peel your own image from the mirror. Sit. Feast on your life. Sailing to Byzantium, start of second verse - W.B. Yeats An aged man is but a paltry thing, A tattered coat upon a stick, unless Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing Wild Geese, first lines - Mary Oliver You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Links  Adrian Juric's website Adrian's film gallery Beneath the Sweather and theh Skin: Jeanette Encinias Brainpickings for recording of Fleur Adcock's Weathering, read by Adcock in a recording from 2007 film "In Person: 30 Poets" by artist and editor Pamela Robertson-Pearce Beneath the Sweater and the Skin: Jeanette Encinias Mary Oliver, Derek Walcott, W.B. Yeats poems from the poetry sharing forum Poeticous  ####Follow The Big Middle  Website   I   Twitter  I   Facebook  I  Instagram Hosted + produced by Susan Flory Music: “Beautiful Day” by Sahin Koc 

The politics of longevity and the need for global action against evil ageism are much discussed on The Big Middle. Across the life course of my podcast - eight months and counting -- the big issues of the longevity revolution are examined by some of the smartest thinkers around. This time, we’re going deep into a literary art form I guarantee will excite your imagination and soothe your midlife soul. We’re exploring the power and beauty of poetry about ageing. Poetry was never a feature of my life in broadcast news. I’m appreciating it anew thanks to my guest, an intrepid explorer of poetry, people and nature - an aesthete of many layers. Adrian Juric joins me from his base in Kelowna, the gateway to the Okanagan Valley of British Columbia, western Canada. <h4>Notes</h4> Beneath the Sweather and the Skin - Jeannette Encinias How many years of beauty do I have left? she asks me. How many more do you want? Here. Here is 34. Here is 50. When you are 80 years old and your beauty rises in ways your cells cannot even imagine now and your wild bones grow luminous and ripe, having carried the weight of a passionate life. When your hair is aflame with winter and you have decades of learning and leaving and loving sewn into the corners of your eyes and your children come home to find their own history in your face. When you know what it feels like to fail ferociously and have gained the capacity to rise and rise and rise again. When you can make your tea on a quiet and ridiculously lonely afternoon and still have a song in your heart Queen owl wings beating beneath the cotton of your sweater. Because your beauty began there beneath the sweater and the skin, remember? This is when I will take you into my arms and coo YOU BRAVE AND GLORIOUS THING you’ve come so far. I see you. Your beauty is breathtaking. Messenger - Mary Oliver My work is loving the world. Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird — equal seekers of sweetness. Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums. Here the clam deep in the speckled sand. Are my boots old? Is my coat torn? Am I no longer young, and still half-perfect? Let me keep my mind on what matters, which is my work, which is mostly standing still and learning to be astonished. The phoebe, the delphinium. The sheep in the pasture, and the pasture. Which is mostly rejoicing, since all the ingredients are here, which is gratitude, to be given a mind and a heart and these body-clothes, a mouth with which to give shouts of joy to the moth and the wren, to the sleepy dug-up clam, telling them all, over and over, how it is that we live forever. Weathering - Fleur Adcock Literally thin-skinned, I suppose, my face catches the wind off the snow-line and flushes with a flush that will never wholly settle. Well: that was a metropolitan vanity, wanting to look young for ever, to pass. I was never a pre-Raphaelite beauty nor anything but pretty enough to satisfy men who need to be seen with passable women. But now that I am in love with a place which doesn’t care how I look, or if I’m happy, happy is how I look, and that’s all. My hair will grow grey in any case, my nails chip and flake, my waist thicken, and the years work all their usual changes. If my face is to be weather-beaten as well that’s little enough lost, a fair bargain for a year among the lakes and fells, when simply to look out of my window at the high pass makes me indifferent to mirrors and to what my soul may wear over its new complexion. Love after Love - Derek Walcott The time will come when, with elation you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror and each will smile at the other's welcome, and say, sit here. Eat. You will love again the stranger who was your self. Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart to itself, to the stranger who has loved you all your life, whom you ignored for another, who knows you by heart. Take down the love letters from the bookshelf, the photographs, the desperate notes, peel your own image from the mirror. Sit. Feast on your life. Sailing to Byzantium, start of second verse - W.B. Yeats An aged man is but a paltry thing, A tattered coat upon a stick, unless Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing Wild Geese, first lines - Mary Oliver You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. <h4>Links</h4> <ul> <li><a href="https://adrianjuric.com" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Adrian Juric's website</a></li> <li><a href="https://adrianjuric.com/film-library" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Adrian's film gallery</a></li> <li><a href="http://www.jeannetteencinias.com/my-poetry" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Beneath the Sweather and theh Skin: Jeanette Encinias</a></li> <li><a href="https://www.brainpickings.org/2016/02/17/fleur-adcock-weathering/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Brainpickings for recording of Fleur Adcock's Weathering, read by Adcock in a recording from 2007 film "In Person: 30 Poets" by artist and editor Pamela Robertson-Pearce</a></li> <li><a href="http://www.jeannetteencinias.com/my-poetry" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Beneath the Sweater and the Skin: Jeanette Encinias</a></li> <li><a href="https://www.poeticous.com/about" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Mary Oliver, Derek Walcott, W.B. Yeats poems from the poetry sharing forum Poeticous</a></li> </ul> ####Follow The Big Middle <ul> <li><a href="https://www.susanflory.com" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Website</a> I <a href="https://twitter.com/thebigmiddlepod" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Twitter</a> I <a href="https://www.facebook.com/thebigmiddlepodcast" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Facebook</a> I <a href="https://www.instagram.com/thebigmiddlepod" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Instagram</a></li> <li>Hosted + produced by Susan Flory</li> <li>Music: “Beautiful Day” by <a href="http://www.sahinkocmusic.com" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Sahin Koc</a></li> </ul>