Today is my 40th birthday.
I blew it off each time I thought about it, for the past month.
Until someone said, "I think that might be bothering you"....
and then I cried.
I felt embarrassed.
Am I so vain that I'd cry over a birthday?
But it wasn't vanity.
It was fear.
Instead of feeling bad about it, I decided to just let it pass.
And it did.
It passed.
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Enjoy your birthday, really.
And by the way, I can't log into Flickr anymore. I can, but they're forcing me to create a yahoo acct, and I'm too stubborn to do it.
I had a very nice birthday celebration, thanks! :-)
The Want of Peace
by Wendell Berry
All goes back to the earth,
and so I do not desire
pride of excess or power,
but the contentments made
by men who have had little:
the fisherman's silence
receiving the river's grace,
the gardner's musing on rows.
I lack the peace of simple things.
I am never wholly in place.
I find no peace or grace.
We sell the world to buy fire,
our way lighted by burning men,
and that has bent my mind
and made me think of darkness
and wish for the dumb life of roots.
It reminds me of an ad for a website that streamlines your social media "presence"...when you have a dozen websites to keep up, you pay this particular website to post to each site, so you only have to post something once....
as if anyone cares....
The ego involved bothers me, but what bothers me more is that there's a generation that doesn't even consider it narcissistic...
we seem to be losing our private selves...living under a delusion that the world really wants to know about every detail of our lives. :/
sorry for the rant...
Thanks for visiting, Wolfeye.
I'm so happy it was a good one xxxxxx