Spirit

Among my greatest accomplishments

Not to toot my own horn.

Remarriage after years of wandering. Not that I’m anywhere near a mastery of intimacy yet.
The novels and poems. They really are a record of my pathway to here, as well as my deepening skills in the craft of writing.
A week on the Appalachian Trail. I was 12 and survived under a heavy backpack, unlike the lightweight gear available these days.
Making it to retirement in a shrinking profession.
Becoming a Friend, building on my ashram experience.
Working with future Nobel laureate Elinor Ostrom.
Landing a job in the Pacific Northwest. I got to explore a dream landscape, including the trek to Camp Muir on Rainier and the mountain’s ice caves in the mouth of a glacier.
Singing in an extraordinary choir. There were times in rehearsal where just listening to the others would blow me away. Public performances were always a revelation.
Genealogy, connecting my line back to North Carolina, initially, and then all the way back to 1500s Cumbria, England.
Blogging. It’s simply been personally satisfying. I never expected to be communicating with readers on six continents.

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But who am I to say? What are you especially proud of in your own life?

So many modern annoyances seem minor when you look at a more global perspective. I know, it’s become a cliché over the past few years, but it’s true.

For instance.

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My refrigerator is too full but there’s nothing I wanna eat.
I lost the remote. How do you turn the thing on?
My wallet’s too small.
Why does my favorite take-out close so early?
None of the ten outfits I tried on for the weekend quite do it. I’ll have to buy something new.
There’s no dip for the chips.
I can’t decide whether to take the trip to Paris with my sister or Hawaii with my mother. They’re both the same week.
My Fitbit doesn’t have a heart rate monitor.
The cleaner couldn’t make it last week. My bin’s almost full.
My toilet paper roll is too big for the holder.

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