Holiday 1999
I had the sweet pleasure of reading this at a party celebrating my parents’ 50th wedding anniversary.
Long before it became Y2K,
the millenium was part of my life.
Aware from the moment I understood time,
being a boomer, odds were I’d see it.
Conscious that, in my personal mythology,
it would happen a year or so before my 50th birthday.
And right after my parents’ 50th anniversary.
There’s a photo I’ve always loved,
an image of my mom & dad.
White tie and wedding dress,
their eyes calm and bright,
easy smiles on both faces.
They had no idea what the future would bring.
Neither do we.
But there are worse ways to greet the millennium
than with easy smiles and bright eyes.
It will be what we make it,
that’s sure.
Here is how I’d like to see it go.
I’d really like to
see
it
go.
Not go by. Go. See it go. Really see it.
What is. Not what “should be.”
It isn’t wrong the way it is. It just is.
Choosing that, I better see what’s out there.
All the options.
The path to my vision gets clearer.
Whatever shows up in this millennium—
what ever shows up—
is on the way to realizing a vision
worthy of this
gift of life.
The gift those two people
with bright eyes
and easy smiles
gave me.
And for which I am
forever
Grateful.

















