Tuesday, October 21, 2025

Now and Then

Now and Then
By Charles Bertram Johnson

“All life is built from song”
In youth’s young morn I sang;
And from a top-near hill
The echo broke and rang.

The years with pinions swift
To youth’s high noon made flight,
“All life is built from song”
I sang amid the fight.

To life’s sun-setting years,
My feet have come—Alas!
And through its hopes and fears
Again I shall not pass.

The lusty song my youth
With high-heart ardor sang
Is but a tinkling sound—
A cymbal’s empty clang.

And now I sing, my Dear,
With wisdom’s wiser heart,
“All life is built from love,
And song is but a part.”


About the Poem

When did you first realize that you had gotten older?

For me, it happened when I received an email from a young Marine. He addressed me as Sir and kept referring to me as Mr. ________. I know he was only being polite—showing respect as Marines are trained to do—but it stopped me in my tracks. That single word, Sir, carried a weight I hadn’t quite felt before. It wasn’t the formality that struck me, but the realization that I’d somehow become the older person in the conversation.

I’m the oldest person at the museum now, and though I have friends who are older, most of the people around me are younger—college students with endless energy and a sense that life stretches far ahead of them. I work with them every day, and I see in them the same bright spark I once had. Over the past year, especially with my health issues, I’ve come to accept what I used to quietly resist: I am middle-aged. Not just in years, but in how others see me—and in how I’m beginning to see myself.

Charles Bertram Johnson’s “Now and Then” captures that awareness of time’s passage with both poignancy and grace. It traces a journey from youth’s exuberant song to the quiet wisdom of later years. The refrain that begins as “All life is built from song” evolves into something deeper: “All life is built from love.” Johnson reminds us that while youthful joy may fade, it transforms into something richer—an understanding shaped by love, endurance, and perspective.

In the gay community, that realization often feels even sharper. We live in a culture that idolizes youth—smooth skin, perfect bodies, the illusion that desire belongs only to the young. But aging brings its own kind of beauty, one rooted in truth rather than performance. When we let go of chasing who we were, we can begin to appreciate who we are.

My youth may have left nearly twenty years ago, but it left behind something far more lasting: gratitude. The song may sound softer now, but perhaps that’s because it’s finally being sung with love.


About the Poet

Charles Bertram Johnson (1880–1956) was an American poet whose work appeared in the early decades of the 20th century. Though little is known about his life, his poetry often explores the quiet transitions of aging, the nature of love, and the search for meaning in ordinary experience. In poems like “Now and Then,” Johnson captures the gentle shift from youthful exuberance to mature reflection, reminding us that the truest songs of life are often those sung softly in its later years.

Monday, October 20, 2025

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Feeling Better (Mostly)


I survived the after-effects of the COVID vaccine and am feeling much better today. Yesterday morning was rough, but other than an intense migraine, all of my other symptoms went away by the afternoon. I did have some extra pain in my back, which may also have been triggered by the vaccine, but it’s manageable now.

I still have a slight migraine—what doctors call a postdrome. Migraines often have four phases: the prodrome, which comes before the headache and can include fatigue, food cravings, or mood changes; the aura, which some people experience as visual or sensory disturbances; the headache itself; and finally, the postdrome, a sort of “migraine hangover” that can leave you tired, foggy, or achy even after the worst pain is gone.

Other than that, I’m doing okay. I’d love another day to recover fully, but I have three meetings today and plenty of work waiting for me.

To make things even more interesting, my internet provider appears to be part of the global outage affecting many major services. So this will be a short post today, as I’m posting from my phone’s network—which works fine, just very slowly out here where I live.

Here’s hoping everything, including my head and the internet, clears up soon.

Sunday, October 19, 2025

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Renewal in the Midst of Aches


Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your minds, so that you may discern what is the will of God—what is good and acceptable and perfect.

— Romans 12:2

As I write this, I’m dealing with my usual reaction to the Pfizer COVID vaccine—headache, body aches, chills, and a migraine for good measure. It’s not pleasant, but I know from experience that it will pass, and by tomorrow I should wake up feeling fine. My body is working hard right now to protect me, and in that small reminder of how healing happens, I can’t help but think of Paul’s words to the Romans.

Transformation and renewal—whether of the body, the mind, or the spirit—are rarely comfortable. They require energy, patience, and faith. For LGBTQ+ Christians, that renewal often means shedding the false messages the world has pressed upon us and allowing God’s love to restore our sense of worth. It’s not always easy work, but it is holy work.

So today, as my body does its healing, I’m reminded that renewal often begins in discomfort. If you’re also in a season of weariness or change, take heart—God’s love is already transforming you, one tender act of grace at a time.

May you find peace and renewal today, even in your weariness.

Saturday, October 18, 2025

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Moment of Zen: Country Boys

If you grew up in a place where there were more cows than people, you remember the kind—tight jeans that hugged just right, boots scuffed from work, and sun-kissed shoulders that spent more time bare than covered. They didn’t have gym bodies, but the kind that came from throwing hay bales, fixing fences, and long days working the fields, tending their crops beneath the hot Southern sun. On weekends they were up before dawn to hunt, out fishing by midday, and sipping beer from a bottle or a red Solo cup by nightfall. Some wore cowboy hats, though in Alabama it was more likely a baseball cap. They smelled like sweat, soap, and summer air. Some were rowdy, some were sweet, but all had that quiet confidence that could make your heart skip. They were good ol’ country boys—the kind who worked hard, laughed easy, and lingered in your memory long after you left home, and if you’re honest, one of them was probably your first crush.


Friday, October 17, 2025

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A 🐻 with a 🧸.

They are both cute, but I know which one I’d rather cuddle up with!

Finally Friday

Even though I’m not working from home today like I usually do on Fridays, I’m glad it’s finally Friday. This has been a long and rough week—actually, it’s been a long and stressful month so far—and I’m ready for it to be over. Next week will hopefully be better. I have my last program of the month, and I’m praying it all goes smoothly. Monday will be a full day of meetings, and Tuesday might not be an easy day depending on what comes up. I’m hoping to take Thursday as a vacation day, and Friday I’ll be back to working from home again.

Today will be busy. I have a meeting this afternoon, and I’ll be putting away artifacts I used in a class yesterday. Once the workday is over, I can finally head home and relax—though I’m not so sure it will be the most relaxing of weekends. I’m scheduled for my COVID and flu vaccines tomorrow. The flu shot has never really bothered me, but the COVID vaccine tends to hit me hard. I don’t react much to Moderna or Novavax, but Pfizer always knocks me down. About twelve hours after getting the shot, I start getting body aches, fever, and chills—it’s much like actually having COVID. It lasts for a solid twenty-four hours and then, thankfully, it’s over.

You might wonder why I stick with the Pfizer vaccine if I react so strongly to it. The answer is simple: when I’ve taken Moderna or Novavax, I’ve ended up catching COVID afterward. It’s always been a mild case, but still unpleasant. Every time I’ve taken the Pfizer vaccine, however, I haven’t gotten COVID. So, twenty-four hours of discomfort seems a fair trade for something that works best for me. Medical preventatives aren’t always pleasant. After all, every twelve weeks I get thirty-seven Botox injections in my head, neck, and shoulders—definitely not enjoyable, but they help, which is why I keep doing it.

So, while this weekend might not be the most relaxing, at least I’ll be home with Isabella. And honestly, that’s not a bad way to spend a couple of days.

I hope everyone has a wonderful and relaxing weekend!