Wendell Berry....a voice from my past, now to be honored by the President.
It's been many years since I've read one of his books. Right now, I am pretty bummed at the prospect of aging and watching people I love or have been in my life one way or another age. I'm going through a mini-crisis, such as it is, as I approach the ripe old age of 60.
Wendell Berry passed that milestone a while ago. (Another person to be honored, Harper Lee, passed it even longer ago than that.whose sister I knew just lost her sister this past week to Alzheimers. I watch Alzheimer's (or something like it) rob a neighbor of his life, his wit, his memory.
Aging...you become so fragile. It can be so very depressing knowing that I am watching what could be my fate.
But on the other hand....
What a wonderful thing, to have your lifes work influence so many people, to have your writings influence so many people.....and to live to see it.
I can only aspire to a fraction of what these two writers have accomplished....Wendell Berry with over 40 books....and Harper Lee-with just one.
Please someone....tell me that aging has an upside. Because right now I can't see one, and that roll of toilet paper is unrolling faster....and faster....and faster.