Close to my heart

Waking up in a Medivac en route to a trauma hospital puts you in touch with your mortality. In 1997, I broke my femur in half in a moped accident on Nantucket. Following surgery in Boston, I convalesced at home, with time to reflect on what I still hoped to do/accomplish over the next 40 years (given the average life expectancy of Caucasian women in the US.) I penned a 40 year plan, which I periodically update. The most recent additions: hug a panda, cross the plains of Mongolia (where eagle masters still practice their craft), visit Morocco and the Sahara, use more of my right--and less of my left--brain. Surrender. Love, love, love.

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