I GET IT

And I accept it.

At least for the most part.

The reality is that we’re not going to go sky-diving any time soon.  Or soar in gliders as we once did.  Or go ice skating. Just imagine the poor foot laced up in a boot with blades. Ditto climbing steep hills.

As if we’d even want to do any of that stuff.  And, let me be clear, I don’t.  Want to, that is. 

So, what’s left?

My personal answer lies in a few words excerpted from a poem by Jack Gilbert.  I re-discovered a collection of his thoughtful but tough poems in my “new” shelves.  At the very least, they get me off the hook for any of the above activities.  At their very best, they calm my soul.  The poem is entitled Highlights and Interstices. Mr. Gilbert says:      

“We think of lifetimes as mostly the exceptional and sorrows. Marriage we remember as the children, vacations and emergencies. The uncommon parts. But the best is often when nothing is happening…Our lives happen between the memorable.”