When birth is due
December speaks of
dreams and beauty, the surprise of my nativity which for me as a person was not
earlier than I expected, especially when others tend to stay longer than
necessary. I can remember the many times I have never needed to fulfil a quota;
when what needs getting done is done.
To many, I was
preterm. However, I was ready when I arrived, just after Michaelmas. That they
brought in cavalry to sustain my arrival was a responsibility placed on those
who cater for such things. I simply rode the wave because it was there for my
pleasure.
If I had chosen
January, I would have slipped into another year for which I could lament the
inexplicable. The Hilary Term would never have suited me. I could hardly be
considered a spring baby, yet, as provenance would have it, one was conceived
in the Trinity Term.
Silent in the light
In the advent of the
diamond jubilee, I have scarcely prepared much. I hope to mark it without much
fanfare; I am exhausted in crowds and flailing in the company of many. It is
something to celebrate without trumpeting, but I would scarcely be afforded that
luxury.
It is a time for
contemplation, reminiscence, thankfulness, and gratitude. The journeys, the
companions, the supporters, and friends that have made it auspicious leave me
astounded at the wonder and the gift of living.
