fifty years


Grateful for fifty years;
grateful and awed by good life so far;
working as best I know
to share some of that good fortune.
Thanks Becky, family (by blood or law);
thanks to all who share this journey.
May we grow in compassion and courage
as we deepen ~read more~


This November, I will celebrate the fortieth anniversary of my birth.  Some of my friends report that they found their 40th to be a troubling time; it caused them to meditate rather too much upon their own mortality.  Others found 50 to be more disturbing than 40, while a few have declared that 30 was their worst birthday (so far!). 

Some folks find birthdays ending with ‘5’ to be more problematic than those ending with ‘0’.  Some ~read more~

so may we categorize: