The First 70 Years? I have wended my way through
them, wanting to know everything, working hard, crying,
laughing. I have held hands with the dying and danced
elaborately, baked fabulous cakes and needlepointed
handsome men and beautiful women. I have honed my
senses and made the best use of them I could.
Mind, body, and soul. A united goal. Of equal weight.
I do not always manage to balance them, but the effort
continues. Friends help me with this. They are here for
me, as I am here for them.
Friends. This comes way at the top of my list of
what has kept me going all these years—especially
necessary for someone who loves being alone.
Right along with that is Honesty. When someone asks
me a question, asks for an opinion, reaches out, I have
no trouble saying what I believe directly without coloring
my response. This sometimes offends, sometimes
is welcomed. No matter. Those seekers always know
they can count on my response as from the heart.
Love? Without doubt, also right up there. Do I need to
say anything about Love? I believe, deep down, almost
everyone knows what Love is.
It's a mutual-admiration society, my friends and I.
I thank you all—current, disappeared, and to come.