Sunday Summary

So this was the week of a big birthday for me. Wow, I don't know how it happens. One day I'm 35 and the next I'm 60! The weird part is I only remember or think about my age when I look in the mirror. Mirrors are not the friend they used to be. But poetry has always been a friend to help make sense of my life. I found this poem several months ago. It puts things in perspective for me. Enjoy!

                                                 
                                                 Halleluiah
               Everyone should be born into this world happy
               and loving everything.
               But in truth it rarely works that way.
               For myself, I have spent my life clamoring toward it.

                   
               And have you too been trudging like that, sometimes

              almost forgetting how wondrous the world is

              and how miraculously kind some people can be?

              And have you too decided that probably nothing important

              Is ever easy?

              Not, say, for the first sixty years.

             Halleluiah, I'm sixty now, and even a little more,

             and some days I feel I have wings. 

     

                                                                                           --Mary Oliver