How Good It Feels To Be Alive

What a great beginning to 2013: alive and well and living in Seattle.

I was trying to reminisce on the highs and lows of 2012 and thought gee there aren't any, not really. I had exquisite moments with my family, sons, sons dinners, grandson, friends, travel, book club, a customer or two, but no real highs or lowly lows. Just life and just life is enough.

A baby new year doesn't need sparks and flash to be good; it needs grandchildren laughing, a few wayward roads, unexpected compliments from unexpected sources, a bed, a roof, a meal or two or three or four, well you understand. It needs wolves in the wild and fish in the sea. It needs connection to other human beings. It needs reunions and sunny weather a bit of rain and a car that starts every morning. It needs cousins in Texas and biscuits cooking. It needs brothers and sisters and birthdays. It needs all the regular routines of life, yours, mine and ours. Alive, alive is all it needs to be good.

A few highs I recall of other family members would be Marc starting his own business. Christian finding Bo, Ian's new position, Tal's retirement, and all the wonders of every ones life that I can't recall. Games won, miles walked/ran, drivers license obtained, new home, new jobs, jobs that were saved. For me it was much more routine.

So here is to 2013 -- may it be good -- with highs lows and routine.