Life’s ebbs/flows seems to trade more in the currency of health/wellness and illness/disease – as if these polar opposites are sides in a life-long tug-o-war.
Yesterday’s early phase, out before dawn with Gusta on a familiar route, that’s what early morning black empty quiet places are best for – darkness stillness awareness. Then came that shift to daybreak and I thought:
On the hazy horizon that sun was arisin’ …
Seems a suitable song lyric but I’m lost for a second line.
I was pondering, because milestone days are supposed to be (aren’t they?) ones for reflecting on values and memories, dreams and schemes and stuff. I found myself recalling some of my best times, happiest times, were some of my leanest and that some of my most prosperous times overlapped with some of the most unhappy experiences.
Dear Mark, Congratulations! I wish you all the best and all what you wish for yourself. There is a famous German song by Udo Juergens: Mit 66 Jahren, da fängt das Leben an. (With 66, that´s when life begins), MS, Frankfurt, Germany
Happy Birthday Mark! really powerful musings this week. All the best for your 67th year! MK, Calgary, AB