Marcy was speaking of weaving this morning and I wondered about the speed of life likened to a Weaver’s Shuttle. We visited New Mexico and watched a weaver use her shuttle. The rapidity of the instrument can’t be measured by the eye. Such are the fleeting years of our lives. When young we are the Captain of our Ship and the Master of our soul. With aplomb, we start our journey with little thought of how long it will be. As we enter a new decade we mark the calendar about our achievement.

Many things about age keep you young. Morning is new every day. Listening to the trees talking to each other in the woods is calming. The look of thousands of leaves changes moment by moment and never the same way. The joy of Brock and Marcy’s visit.

Laughing is essential. I have experienced uproarious laughter twice this month. It has been fun! First with Margo and Jeff in Maine when I told The Massage story. Yesterday Marcy, Brock, MJ, Aaron Jonathon, and the Birthday Boy laughed until we cried! The hilarity and Joie de vivre of being with people you love and are in total comfort with is refreshing.

Laughter solves problems. Laughter is medicine. Laughter heals.

One foot in Heaven and one foot on Earth. Eyes for the mystical with a sense of place. The future can be seen through the windshield. Past can be seen in the rearview mirror. Get behind the wheel of the 57′ Chevy and put the convertible top down. Drive to the Orpheum Theatre then Pounds Hollow and a Maine Holiday. End the trip with your brother and sister from Tennessee. Laugh all the way as the road widens. What is next? More laughs more tears and more love…