Beginning of the End
This should be easy. Mostly words. No need to prove anything. That stuff is all in the can already. It’s Thanksgiving Day and I am thankful for everything, the rough as well as the smooth. I am especially thankful that I was enabled to become this old, which provides a perspective not available by any other means. Only late in life is it possible to look back and see patterns in the paths, the equally fruitful roles played by both intention and seeming error, even disaster, in producing a hopefully wiser child than the one who began the journey. I have not finished drawing breath. I haven’t stopped writing. For me that’s part of the breathing process. It’s just that I have become more philosophical, more accepting, of what I can still hope to accomplish with the grand ideas that keep coming but seem to dwell more in the realm of fantasy than reality. Reality is a word that has become quite loaded for me, so I use it here advisedly. I am not expecting big stuff I have in mind to come t...