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warch · 08-08-2008, 07:47 PM

Sounds like you are on the right track Juniper.

Mr. and Ms Warch are 43 and 46 respectively. And it has been a wild ride since around 38-39. Big changes and new chapters. We're still together, but watched many others separate as they took on new paths.

Ours involved moving across country, me in school, him making a big identity heavy and uncertain job change, dealing with health things once taken for granted and the deaths of peers from both illness and bad choices. We want to keep alert, keep learning and exploring. Travel is what we want more of, next. The raw perception that comes from a new place, but with our secure home base to come home to.

I think its an exciting time. Every decade should get more interesting.
Griff's and Tony's comments made me think of this lovely poem by Mary Oliver.

The Summer Day

Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean--
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down--
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?

08-08-2008, 07:47 PM	#22
warch lurkin old school Join Date: Oct 2001 Location: Minnesota Posts: 2,796	Sounds like you are on the right track Juniper. Mr. and Ms Warch are 43 and 46 respectively. And it has been a wild ride since around 38-39. Big changes and new chapters. We're still together, but watched many others separate as they took on new paths. Ours involved moving across country, me in school, him making a big identity heavy and uncertain job change, dealing with health things once taken for granted and the deaths of peers from both illness and bad choices. We want to keep alert, keep learning and exploring. Travel is what we want more of, next. The raw perception that comes from a new place, but with our secure home base to come home to. I think its an exciting time. Every decade should get more interesting. Griff's and Tony's comments made me think of this lovely poem by Mary Oliver. The Summer Day Who made the world? Who made the swan, and the black bear? Who made the grasshopper? This grasshopper, I mean-- the one who has flung herself out of the grass, the one who is eating sugar out of my hand, who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-- who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes. Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face. Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away. I don't know exactly what a prayer is. I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass, how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields, which is what I have been doing all day. Tell me, what else should I have done? Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon? Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?