March

     March is my birthday month. I've always liked falling into the flow of life and I think it may be, in part, because of this lovely month. March. It has a rythum of it's own. A beat. Three beats. Ready; that's January, Get set; that's February, and GO;...dadaaa March. Readysetgo!...It seems to be the time of year to take off like a little birdy in a nest. Time to look over the edge of the safely harbored twigs of life and contemplate the leap. It's just occured to me that every bird must parachute...whether they want to or not. A bird has no choice but too! No choice at all. To parachute freaks me out. My little Grandaughters nicname is turning out to be sweet birdy and I can clearly see why! One day she will fly. Her parachute will soar. I'll be watching.

     Age creeps up on us like the wind. I get thrown through the sky a lot. The blue sky and the black sky equally embrace me. I've taken lots and lots of steps up the graced and laced stairway to heaven. Should I stop counting. No. I shant. Each step, each year, each day, minuute, hour, nuiance of existence that's in the air is life given to me.  I try to stay cozy within myself. I've made peace with my soul. 57 years of climbing up the "Chutes & Ladders" is exhilerating. I'm exhilerated. Today that exhileration is heightened...once again. I hope fun finds me this year. More Fun! Starting today!

     My God gave me a load of presents already but none better than my four girls & their kids. The joy and love I recieve from them is clearly the fuel that fires me up. Star lights that keep my light bright. Like a lighthouse...they beckon me and I them. Look up look down look all around. Love and Light are near. Happy Dayz!