New Beginings

How does one begin something new? I remember being on the high diving board after a slow climb up the ladder then looking to make sure there was water and then jump or climb down the stairs. I jumped and I will now only now I really do not know if there is water. At seventy-five, almost seventy six, there is so much life behind me, but the NOW is so different and I breathe with a constant recognition of how finite life is. Not frightening the finiteness just piercingly present rendering every second wrapped in gratitude. There were times in that long past when the awe and numinosity of an event sent me spinning, but now it is remarkably constant. Only difference is that it occurs with the common ordinary events of daily living like clean sheets or the early morning luminosity of ice covered branches or the dogs racing in joy across the hay fields covered in snow.