I got the news yesterday of the death of a great mentor in my life. It prompted a flurry of correspondence to many who hold sway over much of my past to renew my care and thanks for them. So many people have propped me up, steadied my steps, and pointed me in the right direction. The Bible calls them a “great cloud of witnesses.” Many I have lost touch with, and too many to count, have gone on to their reward. I am entering into the last age, the time when my life is the last in the groupings of those still around. This is not as sad as it is meaningful and reminds me of the old saying; “The unexamined life is not worth living and the un-lived life is not worth examining.” So many people have given themselves to me to make examining a pleasuring balm on an old body.
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| We try to hike up our mountain every morning. |
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