TODAY, I am a giver. Tomorrow I may need to take. Mostly I give a lot. And take a little. Or take a lot, then give back.
TODAY, I heard the sad news of a friend diagnosed with cancer. My first friend, my first peer.
A consultant at Full Circle Family Care warmed up a new moms’ group by asking, “What’s the best thing about being a new mom?”
I answered, “All the firsts.”
First time Adela held a balloon, she was enthralled. First swim was just delightful, and we got it on video.
I love all the firsts.
TONIGHT I realize the ongoing firsts I’m still experiencing, and that we continue to experience firsts long into adulthood.
My first birth…
TODAY was my first time at Ward Acres, and I was enchanted by the old barn and myriad trails. We went at dusk, so the trails seemed to give way to dark passages. I’m attracted to the woods at night. I want to do it again—long night hikes.
I’ve been seeing the novelty of each day and experiencing the sublime with crisp clarity. It’s invigorating. I would say having a child is, in itself, invigorating.
So, my first friend to be diagnosed with cancer…
In my own person, right now, age and youth are dueling.
I never want to get old and I never want to die. I love life too much. I wish I would never take my health for granted. Can’t someone else’s illness inspire me to take life by the horns?
I want lustful conquest, not loafing; I want to stoke my passions like the embers of a fire that need stoking; I want no half measures.
The only thing I lack, that I might desire more of, is mobility. Mobility is a sign of youth, and often of relative prosperity, though poor vagabonds exist. Do I concede that I am not one of those people who gets to travel to the farthest exotic destinations like Madagascar, Indonesia, Phillipines—?