July 31, 2013
I’d forgotten, until I
peeled back my eyelids and sat up in bed, we, as people, are here to face
challenges. Overcoming the formative problems and shaping issues, spread our
years out like undulating prairie grass, feeding our youthful souls, while gracing
our sunken faces with wisdom lines.
Thirty five years ago,
graduating from Middleton High School in Wisconsin,
walking across the unmemorable platform, I could have swore my life was just
beginning. As I confront those flashbacks of a self, long gone from this earth,
reconfigured into a benevolent and gregarious woman, up-to-something, yet not
much to show for it in the outer world, I accept my way of being, versus
societal recognition. As I pack for whatever weather Wisconsin can throw at me,
I welcome the chance to see as many as 178 classmates attend; who they are,
what they contribute, when they show up in the world as a light of energy, and
why they, once again, connect with me directly. We were the mighty Cardinals.
I do so love a good party.
Hate to think there will be dancing involved, when I cannot gyrate for another
month or so, for it is too strenuous on my recovering ankle. Though I am
boot-free, compression sock-free, progressing through my physical therapy
exercises, it is not strong enough to boogie with my classmates. Drat.
Taelor comes back into the
country, after being in Thailand
for six weeks. Her shiny, adventure-filled, adorable face is seared in my
heart. In another week, I will collect her from the airport in Minneapolis and hear,
firsthand, of her wild and life-changing journey.
Happy Birthday, Dad!
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