I’m feeling down lately.  I wonder if it is these stupid supplements I take for all sorts of naturally getting old kind of stuff.  Weird getting older.  My family didn’t revere the old, have many old people around, and never talked about the past much.  Trying to forget it I guess.  So here I am without many models of embracing the years and the aches and the feelings of uselessness.

What use are those ideas of changing the world, writing the spiritual tome or being on Oprah to impress you all?  Two children come and gone–a legacy of normalcy wrestling with the idea that I should have done something more special.

Then I go up–laugh till tears flow.  Be filled with the light of gratitude just to hear those fiercely brilliant birds grasping the dawn.  Maybe that’s all I need–to hear those birds get me up again.  The rest is human wanderings between growing leaves and sucking up the love from the earth.

Today I will be a tree–a towering full strong eternal tree–of me.