Every day this week I’ve walked my dog over to an area where, sure enough, sits a robin totally oblivious to the other life forces approaching it. It seems preoccupied with the message it has brought to the sleepy complex where I live. But, as always, my dog guns for it (pulling me behind almost in mid-air), and the robin just flits across the patch of the snow-spotted brownish green. It doesn’t even fly off, as I might have thought it would.
Spring is coming, folks. How was your winter? Mine was healthy. Yep, that’s all I’m going to say about it. I’ve been physically healthy as I possibly could be. Arduous emotionally. Ups and downs. But healthy, because that is what has really been important. My former colleague, Janice Rivard, a very good person, just passed away from cancer. She was 59, about to turn 60 in August. I am 59, about to turn 60 in two weeks.
In two weeks I will wake up and greet the morning with a “Thank you, God!”, as I always do. Some family members will either call or text in the morning to wish me a Happy 60th Birthday. 60. I’m entering my sixth decade. I realized today that I had not given much thought to what I want to accomplish for the rest of my life. No one ever tells us that we should do that at 60, but we really should. Maybe you’re retiring soon; maybe your nest is frightfully empty; and maybe you have suddenly observed that the world has changed–and I mean drastically. It was easier to plan when you were 18, but now, assuming you stay healthy and work hard at that, there are other goals to accomplish. This is not a time when you “rest”, as it once might have been. We can still change the world. We can carry our mission in life on our own terms now. That’s the good news.
Maybe that’s what the robin is trying to tell us…
Namaste: the divinity in me honors the divinity in you.