A Reflection on Time, Purpose, and Quiet Continuance Part I: The Clearing There comes a time in life when celebration yields, almost instinctively, to stillness. One does not resist the passing of years, nor does one hurry to greet what remains. One pauses instead, —listening for what silence, newly audible, might now be asking. Seventy-threeContinue reading “At Seventy-Three-Part I”