The marker of sixty years in this realm began at 3:30 today. It feels like a crossing, but I can’t really grasp what has been crossed. I now understand what my mother said to me with some dismay in her older years … “But I still feel eighteen inside.” As we slip into old age, are we brought back to the time of our crossing into adulthood? It certainly was a time of contemplation and bewilderment, as is this.
