How Sixty Feels
Woke up feeling glad glad, good. Sixty and not sad. Nor sorry. An infant elder at last with the accrued freedom to speak wisdom, admire generously and bless others by simple intention. Lived through six decades and still feel as innocently safe as the first couple of decades. Maybe it should have come in the fifties, but for some reason the feeling of protected impervious maturity is just now settling in. The thoughts and comments...