Yesterday we enjoyed a birthday party for our grandson turning five.  The theme was Pirates, and there was an array of young pirates at the party, a party of seventy people young and old.  The youngest was a smiling, active eight month old, and the oldest, grandson’s great-grandmother, a spry 101.

I’m with the words of Joanna Macy: 

The web of life both cradles us and calls us to weave it further.