Retired Angel

It's been a while....
A lot has gone under the metaphoric bridge.  Geographic differences, role differences, stress differences, lots under the bridge.
We're all in this business of living while the river runs.  So much changes and yet, too often we stand and watch with the same expectancy and anxiety.  Our position on the bridge seems the only thing that remains the same.  But the mirror and all else around us reminds us that we are no more constant than that river that carries all of life past, bits and pieces washed from other times and places, other perspectives, other hopes and dreams, done and gone. 
It sounds so dark and hopeless.  On the contrary.  In this new place I feel new sense of life.  I am not standing passive, watching life roll by.  Rather here, past the times of grinding labor and responsibility I find a freedom that I really did not expect.  Who knew?
I see myself and my place in this wonderland of living much more clearly.  Perhaps less grandiose, perhaps less bound and bordered, perhaps with more of a sense of mortality, perhaps a little more philosophic, and definitely a lot more humble.
It's good to be here.
So, it's been a while.
Let's see what comes up...