I heard it in the wind at nightfall – live true and die well. I lie under these stars and search for the one that has protected me all these years. I know it will have to release me at the appropriate blink of the appropriate eye. At that moment, my lucky star will become my guiding star, and I will continue to do its bidding
I’m in no hurry, but neither will I overstay my welcome, if it comes to that. I believe most people want to be prepared, to the see the circle closing. I hope to be able to say goodbye with the same grace that I accept my lovers touch, or a friend’s embrace
There will be another moon like this one, waning full as winter fades, floating out of the purple horizon, clear as spring water, vessel of fear and promise, crying out for grace on earth
But I won’t be here to anoint its passing across the night sky. That’s why these words exist, so the moon will have something to remember me by.
I will continue the walks as long as the left knee holds out. I spend almost as much time exercising as I do walking. Around an hour and a half total. Even if the knee gets bad I can still ride to the exercise spot. Assuming I get the other operation in the summer, I’ll need the bike for two or three months before I can o longer walks again. (Knocks on wood) My bike needs some work, too. I should do that now, before I need it. How smart would that be?
Sometimes I must comment; that’s what your words do. “Now wait one goldurn minute” . Isn’t that what Foghorn would say? I feel the losing control, that feeling like it’s out of your hands. It only accelerates as this process continues so all bets are off. Right now my life is small, but that might mostly be in my head. Ilona would be hurt by that remark and I would suffer. I hope you are ok with the store; that there will be time for your walks between two rivers. My motobecane is in the shop being renovated: I almost gave up on the bike. (I use more semicolons lately and am always seeing a place that needs one). Mike gave me some good advice. I can’t wait to begin pedaling and hope for a mild Spring. I hope to spot a Grosbeak.