On October 6, I will turn 66. At this time, I stop here at Merry Mount and
reflect back on my life’s journey and I delight in charting the course for the
journey ahead.
According to USA guidelines, being born in 1952
allows me to begin collecting unreduced benefits from Social Security at age 66,
therefore, a couple of weeks ago, I filed and I now rejoice in the fact that I
can begin to collect some of the money that I paid ahead from years past.
Looking for signposts, I googled The Secret of the Tarot and discovered:
When
angel number 66 appears in your life, it carries a message from your angels
about abundance, optimism, and creativity.
Wow! Here at Merry Mount, I am happily
surrounded by a host of earthly female angels named, Rett, Caroline, Jess, Kris, Joy and Eva.
They certainly bring me messages of abundance, optimism, and creativity on a
daily basis. How blessed am I? Very
blessed!
Let the
bright seraphim in burning row,
Their loud, uplifted angel trumpets blow.
Let the cherubic host, in tuneful choirs,
Touch their immortal harps with golden wires.
Their loud, uplifted angel trumpets blow.
Let the cherubic host, in tuneful choirs,
Touch their immortal harps with golden wires.
Blow Angels Blow! Sing Angels Sing! Thanks Angels.
As I ponder the route ahead, I realize that I
have perhaps come to a curve in the road and I remember a poem I wrote for the
last public recital I gave entitled, Comrades:
A Retrospective.
At the
first glimpse of the Evening star, Thrush music!
The road behind
me seems distant, yet somehow short.
It
glistens as the last of the light of the sun magnifies
each grain of sand.
Wildflowers
stretch toward heaven, striving to retain
their beauty. Thrush music
returns!
O ageless
singer, I, like comrades before me, know
your song. I understand
your music.
But as I
look toward the sunset,
I savor the magnificence of the remaining
light.
CPW
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