I was recently asked what I recalled from my [nearly] 60 years. Everything! I recall the myriad years of growth, failure, recovery, balance and re-acquantance with myself. I continue to grow, tear down and repair the fabric of this leased vessel in which I dwell. My soul and spirit remain sturdy, unbroken, strong enough to endure anything; however, the body has suffered its aging blows. Life is awesome, though, for this crazy person. Those who live in my orbit, those who know and understand the fugue state in which I live seem to love me in spite of me. I feel very lucky, very fortunate, to somehow have managed to surround myself with the most precious, wonderful, loving people. the poetry of this journey is so befitting the telling of the tale in my halcyon years. As someone very dear to me recently noted: 'and then, one day, she learned to dance.' Remarkable observation! And so correctly stated.