I’m an April baby. Coming to life with the first blasts of green windy spring days. Anyone who knows me would probably describe me as truly possessing the energy of this season: quick-sprouting, excited by the wind, forever hopeful of what’s being created!
But Spring is not eternal, I remind myself as I blow out my birthday candles. Nor is my body, no matter how much yoga I do. Nor is my mind, which already retains less as I try re-memorize Sanskrit grammar rules I thought I learned last year.
My Polish family and friends sing “Sto Lat” to me, translated as “May You Live 100 Years.” I inform them that medical reports now predict a life span of 120 for our generation. Seems like a long time, but if true, I may linger in the “Spring” of my life for a little longer!