60 years old! 6 decades on this earth – I find that simply amazing! I think about the multitude of adventures I’ve had, the miles I’ve traversed, the many places I’ve lived and visited over this life. This latest leg of my journey down the river deposited me in the desert. An absolute feast for the eyes and soul. The Desert – a fitting destination for me who believes a metaphorical river is how I move through life…

What lessons have I learned…….

If I’m past mid-life….where exactly am I?  I’d like to think I’m on the road to being wise – cruising through the wisdom part of the trip.  Isn’t that the next leg of the journey. Let me check the itinerary….

I remember standing on the platform waiting to catch the mid-life train. Just biding my time, knew it was coming, no big deal. Wondering when it would arrive and how to make sure I got a good seat. My mind was kind of wandering. Thinking about other things. Next thing I know I’m watching scenery roll by…

My husband has this little, ancient, worn-out, ridiculously heavy overnight case that was given to him by his mother when he was very young. It’s the ugliest, least useful piece of luggage you can imagine. She called it a “valise”…trying to put a nice spin on it.

I keep asking why he keeps it. Says he can’t get rid of it. Thinks it’s some sort of family heirloom although he can’t say for sure where it came from…