Tomorrow I will get good wishes for my 79th birthday, which I appreciate.
But today I am thinking about 11:56 p.m. tomorrow night when I begin my 80th year in the only state I've ever lived in or wanted to live in.
I wonder if I will learn as many new things as I did during my first year? Maybe learn is the wrong word - become aware of - understand.
Author and poet Jim Harrison had some of the same feelings toward his final years as I am having....
Seven In The Woods By Jim Harrison
Am I as old as I am?
Maybe not. Time is a mystery
that can tip us upside down.
Yesterday I was seven in the woods,
a bandage covering my blind eye,
in a bedroll Mother made me
so I could sleep out in the woods
far from people. A garter snake glided by
without noticing me. A chickadee
landed on my bare toe, so light
she wasn’t believable. The night
had been long and the treetops
thick with a trillion stars. Who
was I, half-blind on the forest floor
who was I at age seven? Sixty-eight
years later I can still inhabit that boy’s
body without thinking of the time between.
It is the burden of life to be many ages
without seeing the end of time.
And though I am not blind in one eye, I am getting closer to being so - just one more thing to accept.
The main feeling I have about my life is gratitude. I have been and still am very fortunate. 💛😌
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