Slipping Through My Fists

In just a few days, I'll turn fifty.

I could pretend to tell you all sorts of things about it, but frankly all I can say is that so far it sucks.

I'm not handling "fifty" well. (btw, my Mom says she and Dad aren't either...)

I know, I know. It's definitely "better than the alternative." But, I can't shake the reality that's also a marker in time. One I'm being compelled to pay attention to. One I can't avoid. I'm not overly brooding...it's just "there."

I've always been attracted to this David Wilcox song, about a man who finds himself in middle age, back in the town where he grew up.
So, today, I recorded a quick version during the break of a retreat I'm on...




Many thanks to David Wilcox for writing this. Here's a link to the lyrics on his page, and from there a link where you can buy his version.

I've always loved this melancholy song from afar. And now, it seems, I'm at that place, and I suppose I understand a bit more about it.

Yes, it's better than that alternative. But it's also a marker in time.

Most of my reflection about turning fifty --the important part-- will be inward. It won't have anything to do with what I post here. I just wanted to take the time to note the feelings of this week.

Thus far, fifty sucks.

The good news is that life, and God, often prove me wrong.

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