60

I am 60 today—I can remember being so young that 60 was akin to death; how life surprises.  Nothing is more grand than growing old, the aging like vibrant moss on stone.  I feel as if I have just begun to live to know how to live, to appreciate living.  My body, old and aching at ever move is still mine, the best fit, my own human body, worn like an old shoe but being the most comfortable to house me.  It takes a certain type of living to be old, a letting go of the less and a tighter grip on the more, sincerity replaces activity, contemplation exploration, meaning over much.  Being old is nothing like I thought it would be, love and life are richer than I ever imagined and meaning, the encompassing of the totality of it all seems to dawn on me continually and I cry.  I am 60 and it is life as I never dreamed—thank YOU!!!

My most beloveds and the greatest gift of
growing old.