In a few days I will be 60 years young. The passage of time has been on my mind of late. How fast and slow it passes, what I’ve done with my time, what I haven’t. It’s another milestone, marks my descent into old age and. I haven’t met the goals I set, but the the goal posts have shifted direction several Invariably the catalog of my accomplishments is I have been ruminating about the passage of time. Having recently celebrated Imbolc, this is entirely in keeping with the Sabbat. A time to prepare for the coming of spring.
Recently our family lost a member, my sister-in-law Cathy. I should say our former sister-in-law, its complicated. She and my brother divorced many years ago, but she is the mother of my nephew and they remained friends, living in the same town, with mutual friends.
Her death was unexpected. She was only 64. She had a massive coronary on her way home. As I write all these statements I return to
I am a Radical Aging Womyn.*
And of course, my brain is running on the analysis wheel about how we aren’t ever prepared, we always believe there will be a tomorrow. But what if there isn’t? What will I leave unfinished or still germinating? What have I yet to start? Writing to publish is one of those desires I haven’t yet satisfied. Novels in the can, but none ready for print. What am I waiting for?
This is not a term I coined but borrowed from my sister-in -law, Cathy: RIP.
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