On the eve of turning 75!

Turning 75 means you weren’t born yesterday. Turning 75 means you’ve seen what you’ve seen—Ukraine, Sandy Hook, the permafrost…By 75, you have seen dear friends literally ravaged by cancer, lost children, unspeakable losses  Really, to use the theological terms,  sometimes it is just too frigging much.

So what does that leave?

Glad you asked: the answer is simple. A few very best friends, friends & FRamily with whom you can share your truth. That’s the main thing. By 75, you know that the whole system of our lives works because we are not all nuts on the same day. You call someone and tell them that you hate everyone and all of life, and they will be glad you called. They felt that way three days and you helped them pull out of it by making them laugh or a cup of tea. You took them for a walk, or to Target.

Also, besides our tribes, getting outside and looking up and around changes us. . All we have to do is look up and fly away. So let’s look up. In 75 years, I have never seen a boring sky. I have never felt blasé about the moon, or birdsong, or paper whites. This is SO me.

So tomorrow Friday- April 8 I will celebrate the absolutely astonishing miracle that I, specifically, was even born.

As Fredrick Buechner wrote, “The grace of God means something like, “Here is your life. You might never have been, but you are because the party wouldn’t have been complete without you.”

I will celebrate that I have shelter and friends and warm socks and feet to put them in,, I’ll shake my head with wonder, which I do more and more as I age, at all the beauty that is left and still works after so much has been taken away. So celebrate with me. Step outside and let your mouth drop open. BE the change you want to see  with me, , if you want to honor me something, make a donation to my Facebook organization I have chosen! WORLD KITCHEN. My party will not be the same without you.

** Reposted in part from a post I read