Being Wise Fifty-three February 6, 2022
Friends return. One to ask how I am.
One to buy a book, which I sign for
her. My students laugh with me and
accept my bossiness. All these things,
which I’ve had before, are more precious
now. I’m valued. We can laugh at our
foibles. I tell the story of my latest fall.
I landed on my bottom, and recovered
quickly. Tim untangled me from my
walker and pulled me up. We laughed.
And one of my helpers, whom i thought
wouldn’t return, came back, and we
worked on my books again. I forgot
how some things are constant. They’re
part of you. They don’t disappear. If
things are good, they stay and stay.
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