Politicians, ugly buildings, and whores all get respectable if they last long enough.
John Huston, Chinatown
...reached the mid-point of my 40’s at some point Friday morning...you’d have to ask my mom for the exact timing...and, thankfully, the first person I told that gave me a hug and said congratulations...
...in the second day of the teacher training, they told us our main purpose wasn’t learning, but unlearning...and I thought my god, it’s probably about time I did that...
O my Body! I dare not desert the likes of you in other men and women, nor the likes of the parts of you;
I believe the likes of you are to stand or fall with the likes of the Soul, (and that they are the Soul;)
I believe the likes of you shall stand or fall with my poems—and that they are poems,
Man’s, woman’s, child’s, youth’s, wife’s, husband’s, mother’s, father’s, young man’s, young woman’s poems...
Walt Whitman, I Sing the Body Electric
...the teen years were a fucking nightmare...20’s had some high points...pun intended, somewhat...30’s were boring, mostly...which was a good thing...
John Huston, Chinatown
...reached the mid-point of my 40’s at some point Friday morning...you’d have to ask my mom for the exact timing...and, thankfully, the first person I told that gave me a hug and said congratulations...
...in the second day of the teacher training, they told us our main purpose wasn’t learning, but unlearning...and I thought my god, it’s probably about time I did that...
O my Body! I dare not desert the likes of you in other men and women, nor the likes of the parts of you;
I believe the likes of you are to stand or fall with the likes of the Soul, (and that they are the Soul;)
I believe the likes of you shall stand or fall with my poems—and that they are poems,
Man’s, woman’s, child’s, youth’s, wife’s, husband’s, mother’s, father’s, young man’s, young woman’s poems...
Walt Whitman, I Sing the Body Electric
...the teen years were a fucking nightmare...20’s had some high points...pun intended, somewhat...30’s were boring, mostly...which was a good thing...
...now, here...at 45...I crackle with energy...
*broadcasting live from the coffee shop, Kripalu Center, Cloud Hidden, Wherabouts Unknown, USA*
11 comments:
Happy birthday. What a perfect place to turn another year, on a cloud ... unlearning ... undoing ... (OH! I just tried to steal your trademark!!! Totally unconsciously, I swear.)
Apparently we share the same birthday, 16 years apart. If growth hurts, then I grew a lot in my forties.It seems like all the "bad" things that happened to me turned out to be for the best...go figure. Enjoy the ride
Ouu, that was gooood! hadda read it twice to maintain the feeling from reading it the first time. HB. -Frannie
Happy birthday last Friday, mom-time a.m., EST.
Crackling with energy at 45, especially when compared with how you described other decades, is more than cool. I am so happy for you, Dr. Jay. Come to think of it, I crackled with energy at 45 too. It is just a great time of life!
Incidentally, I wonder if you are drinking coffee at the Kripalu Center coffee shop, or have you remained sworn off (and do they swear there at the Center?).
Yes sir I never liked leaving parts and bits of me along the way though I did it for almost as many years as you have been alive.
I hope you unlearned that numbers mean everything.
Ah the gifts of teacher training...enjoy them.
Happy Birthday Dr. Jay!
Floating, glowing, *cracklin'* ball of joyous Dr. Jay light! The world loves you!
and I thought my god, it’s probably about time I did that..."
How true! I feel the exact same way on so many things.
Muah!
Keep crackling. Remember Browning said the best is yet to be. Foolish to look at life any other way.
Enjoy your next trip around the Sun!
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