Poem for a Sunday Morning

fromĀ “Vacillation” {W.B. Yeats} My fiftieth year had come and gone, I sat, a solitary man, In a crowded London shop, An open book and empty cup On the marble table-top. While on the shop and street I gazed My body of a sudden blazed; And twenty minutes more or less It seemed, so great myContinue reading “Poem for a Sunday Morning”

#37 – Eat What You Want (It’s your birthday)

Years ago when I was downplaying another birthday as “just another day” and “not a big deal,” a friend suggested otherwise. She said that the day of our birth is inherently important because it is the day we started being us. It matters that we are here and because that wasn’t always so – andContinue reading “#37 – Eat What You Want (It’s your birthday)”

What are you going to do about it?

A few years ago, I added my birthday to my calendar with a highly specific and presumptuous question attached. Each year, on the day before, I get a little nudge to consider what kind of contribution, what kind of person, what kind of learning I intend to make/be/take on in the year ahead. I loveContinue reading “What are you going to do about it?”