Geriatrics, a Schnauzer Named Fritz, and the Storm That Shakes Off What Isn’t Solid
A Little April Havoc, a Schnauzer Named Fritz & the Soulfulness of Aging Here’s a heartfelt post about a beautifully raw, rich, and real moment that showed up in my life yesterday—like a little film scene unfolding with humor, warmth, clumsiness, connection, and a deeper reflection on aging, soul, and meaning. It ties together neuropathy, loneliness, and our spiritual need for belonging. Yesterday in Busot, Spain, I was sipping a well-deserved 0.0% beer after two full days of working online, basking in the sun, waiting for my hubby, when the slow approach of an elderly lady and her black schnauzer gently rerouted my day. Life didn’t warn me that this duo would bring stories, spilled beers, and little soul truths into my afternoon. The lady was walking towards me just as my hubby had parked his car, awkwardly maneuvering around a backing car that held its course as stubbornly as he did (almost getting hit in the process — “Don’t get killed there!” I yelled). The waiter arrived just ...