May 15, 2017 Carried out on its ebb are a lifetime of skills and functions. There is no more walking down steps without hand rails. (I will become a supporter of the ADA) No more rushing. No more butterfly swim stroke. (A useless bit of hubris, anyway). Thankfully, no more dancing. No keys in the front left pocket. (It would awkward to ask a stranger for an assist.) No more walking in a straight line. (And that also means no more going out for cocktails.) Gracefulness? There was not much to begin with. But grace? Yes, to the assimilation of grace. The outgoing tide might take away but the incoming tide can still deliver.
A Journey To No Regrets 