As 51 years become 52, it seems like there’s a lot to comment on. Ruminations are frequent these years. They banter about in the thinking space provided by the absence of parenting, in the long road miles of weekly bike rides, in the boring interludes at a job that is not challenging enough. Thoughts twirling while alone in hormonal depressions, thoughts poking while lying awake at night as hormones continue their annoying joke-playing.
Already time for yoga class….I’m off to downward dogs and other animals (crane, peacock, pigeon, fish, and perhaps a new vertebrate tonight).
No, not five feet as in a lower extremity body part, but five feet as in the height of my eyes from which I observe this life. A personal blog... because writing is like a detoxifier to the body and soul….it helps to get it out so you can stop obsessing and move on – sometimes.
