North York, Ontario
Turning 70
It was hard to believe when the cake came out.
I was visiting my sister Pauline in North York, as did two other sisters,
Connie and Rose-Ann (I also have two brothers who live a distance away), and
presented before me was a one-level, vegan cake with the number seventy
pressed into the top.
What was shocking to me was not the delicious
flavor that the desert was, rather it was the number indicating seven decades
of experience in this body. Yes, in this lifetime I have gone through “stuff”
but that many years suddenly dawned on me. My birthday is actually on the 5th
of this month. I knew it was that annual cheer but suddenly that aged figure
crept up. At age fifty it didn’t psychologically affect me – fifty, so what!
Then sixty came along – big deal! A lot of folks hit that mile stone. But
70?
In a card Pauline handed to me she scribed,
“Hope you have another seventy years to come!”
“Thanks for the blessing, Pauline.”
We had a pleasant time, me and my siblings,
along with Pauline’s friend, Andre. Our reminiscences of platonic goings on are
always special. What is really important is to see to it that the future goings
on become endearing. In many ways it is a choice situation. We carve out our karma
by our current performances.
When the night came, I took the opportunity to
hit Yonge St. with my wanting feet. Walking is, after all, a way to celebrate
life in a human body.
May the Source be with you!
5 km
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