I live with renewed gusto for renewed gusto and this delicious state of affairs sputteringly became so in my teens.
My gratitude for this conscious gift lasted about fifty years. It transmuted into something more like a state of grace in 2013.
I begin my seventh decade very fast, in teeming rain, mouth wide open, tongue hanging out, grateful for every drop I taste.
I cultivate gratitude, acceptance and the sense that this delightful instant is sufficient, simply because it is no more and no less than itself.
It is entirely sufficient that I go on this journey of instantaneity.
I pray goodness and mercy follow me wherever I go. And wherever you may go, forever
The View at 72+ 