Birthday today. Thinking of the fountain of youth. I'll sip to the future that will be embedded in my progeny. I'll fill my cup with actions based on what will be important to the seventh generation. I'll twirl my toes in the placid place of gratitude. I'll smile more and thirst less and gulp with appreciation every drop of life. May every swallow enable aging with grace. Let me float in today, always hopeful of tomorrow's possibilities, but not living with what Black Swan author Nicholas Taleb, (whose hedge fund was up 65 to 115 percent for the year) calls future blindness. Yesterday is already down the drain. May the waters of living artfully never ebb, nor the choice to live responsibly, for oneself, for others, for the world around us. May the act of leaving a place better for my having been there continue to be a refreshing experience, a way to quench any sense of living on the take.
My gift: a bicycle. My day: with family and friends, in Tejas. My mother tells stories of times around when I was born. My children pay attention. Or not. We watch family movies taken when my father was a teenager in the 40's and 50s.
Cheers. To all of my years.