

Learning Slowly
I have often underestimated the gift of slowness - ignoring it in a rush, casting it aside when in a hurry. Overly attuned to calendars, schedules, and clocks, I can treat the idea of moving in a relaxed manner as a vice or irritant. Like that old woman in the check-out line who takes a moment to put her credit card in her wallet before stepping aside. Or that car on the highway driving only five miles over the speed limit, instead of fifteen – in the left lane. Or that famil


Sixty-Four
The Beatles’ song sings of that age as a distant future – the way we all thought of it in our youth. It seems the earth spun around once too many times; now that day is upon us. Here you are. Not where you expected to be. Still tall and handsome but more gray than dark. Less serious – your face lined with laughter. With a wife, dog, and two adult children; saving for weddings and retirement. Never mind the number, you’re filled with ideas and energy; concocting tomorrow dream