Year's Final Day

A L O H A !

" Be at war with your vices,

at peace with your neighbors,

and let every new year

find you a better person. "

Benjamin Franklin

" Celebrate

what you want

to see more of. "

Tom Peters

" No one is so old

as to think

he cannot live

one more year. "

David Viscott

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Youth has an inexhaustible treasure

called "Some Day."

Every yearning,

every grievance,

every wish,

may be salved 

by a generous dose

of "Some Day."

I know.

I lived on it for years.

But one day

you ask yourself:

"What am I saving it for?"

"What am I waiting for?"

"If not now-

WHEN?"

And from that plateau,

you think:

"Finally, this is perspective,

this is wisdom."

But a day comes 

when you see

how quickly

things are moving.

I'm no longer the fastest walker

on the sidewalk.

The lyric and words

of a song you've know for years

suddenly stick in your chest

like a flaming arrow:

"The days dwindle down

to a precious few. . ."

True as it's ever been

for ALL others,

but not for

Me!

But the bell does toll for me

too-

yes it does.

Sometimes that awful understanding

makes me feel faint,

like I can't catch my

breath.

And though I believe

that I have glimpsed

that expansive place,

that happy place,

of coming home

to who I

REALLY

am.

Still

I love this body,

this history,

this person

that fate & choice

have made

me.

Thank YOU

for sharing this journey with me

throughout the

year.

It means a lot.

Honolulu journalist

John Heckathorn

said of teaching at University:

"One of my students

came to class,

opened his Mac Book,

saw that Steve Jobs had died,

and asked:

'Who is Steve Jobs?'

It's odd to be turned into

a living history lesson,

but rather fun

in it's own way. "

John never gave me any writing jobs,

but he encouraged me,

a thoroughly nice guy.

I noticed this morning

that I have his office

and cell (mobile) numbers

in my phone.

John suffered a heart attack at home

on Christmas Day.

He never regained consciousness

and died Wednesday morning.

John was only

65.

The days dwindle down. . .

I choose to spread

all the kindness I can.

To enjoy every minute of

LIGHT!

Thank YOU

for shedding your kindness

here

with us!

It does;

It means a 

LOT-

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