The age of eighty-two seems impossible considering the daring entirety of this lifetime.
I live with an intensity that should have killed me years ago.
Have now reached an impasse where my intentions go far beyond my capacity - very frustrating.
Someone recently mentioned the word "regret" and I responded "no room for that."
I regret little and even if I did, there is nothing I can do about it.
Time moves along relentlessly.
We have to know when to let go.
I own my mistakes, celebrate my flawed humanity, apologize for hurts I may have caused.
Mostly I appreciate opportunities to
live truth,
create work,
share loving times with quality folks.
Sending birthday-generated love and deep gratitude to everyone who has enhanced my life with their being.
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