Approaching 70

Not the speed limit. 

The age. 

70. 

Not yet, I am. Thirty days hence, I shall be the graaaaand old age of 70. Yeah, mind blowing, thank you very much.

Last night, I listened to a story about an elderly woman who fell off a mountain trail, got turned  around, injured herself, and after several days died from starvation and the elements. That very sad tale wasn’t what made me gasp big-time. It was when someone added that the woman was 72 years old. 

She was so young! I don’t  think of a 72 year-old as being elderly, especially one who hikes mountains alone. There has to be a lot of confidence and strength and determination and inner peace packed in a person to trek mountains. I hope the woman realized that about herself. May her Spirit soar in joy, peace, and love throughout the Universe.     

For years I’ve thought that when my body decided it was about to hit the wall, I would wander up into the mountains and find a spot to wait for death to claim me.

Hi Everyone! Long time. Yep, I am not literally, but actually, most totally, here pecking out my morbid thoughts on the iPad. I need to get a keyboard one day so my fingers can have the freedom of really typing, tap, tap, tap. How many of you recall the glorious sound of a manual typewriter? Ding. 

Thank you, Annie, for encouraging me to blog again.