I'm alive and reasonably well. As is my fellow passenger on this space ship. She just peeked in from the doorway before returning to her sleeping compartment. 3rd Unit, seated beside me on the sofa watching the sunrise, has no immediate comment she would share with me: not her custom to do so before her walk. My embrace of gratitude envelops my four sons and their families. Oakland Branch has landed safely in Hawaii, which is as good a thing to do and place to be for a family as I can imagine for the holidays. We are expecting to visit with Long Beach, Pacific Palisades and Pasadena branches on the 24th/25th. As I think of the seven little blessings I have masquerading as grandchildren, I am grateful that I was able to complete my Ethical Will for their critical reading eyes by the time they graduate from high school. (Since it's probably not quite ready for prime time, in fact may never be, I don't expect it to appear in these pages.) As I sit back and stroke 3rd Unit's sleek back, the newly minted sun breaks over my waters and my breaking surf which is still audible despite the awakening freeway behind me. I realize my gratitude covers the safety and health of friends within the reach of my mind, no matter how far and wide they are scattered, geographically.
But I am not checking in with contentment. I am still in the middle of my story.
I feel strongly that I, too, am "in the middle of my story." I have no idea what's next, but I love and am grateful for this perpetual unfolding of Life and look forward to all that lies ahead. Happy Solstice!
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