When I was a youngster, I wanted to be a cartoonist (or a theologian? or a Mathematician? or a Psychoanalyst?) .... one of my first attempts was a dolphin leaning back on a chaise lounge, drinking a designer cocktail ... the caption noted what the title of this posting announces ... there is, indeed, a time for every porpoise under heaven.
But, so is one of the challenges of playing happily in the last quarter .... accepting that it's the turn of those youngsters partying till four in the morning ... well ... to party till four. I am no longer young and while I have my wistful moments where I pleasantly remember the frolics of the first three quarters, I do take pleasure in who I am.
There, are, though and as I suggested ... moments.
I was at a workshop yesterday and the young and inspired leader ... was ... quite good. The wistfulness was passing and surfaced when he was citing two people, one of whom was my student in a post-professional training institute 30+ years ago ... the other 20+ years ago. How could it be that I was listening to someone t least partially trained by ex-students of mine? And how could it be that it was so good.
Consolation? Last night, M and I had dinner with Milt and Ruth. Milt was my professor in Graduate School
a lifetime ago. And the beat goes on.
Milton taught Howard and Howard taught Paul and Paul taught Neal who inspired Howard with his insights. Milt is pretty cool, too!
Life, to my way of thinking, is grand as long as you can cherish the way it unfolds like a beautiful fractal. Envy fucks the whole thing up. Eschew envy and enjoy the ride!
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