Today I turned 60.

I’m not very time-conscious most of the time. In fact, I seldom can remember how old I am without a bit of calculating.

But 60 has seemed significant for me. I remember, as a child, declaring that I was going to live to be at least 120 years old. When I heard the words come out of my mouth, I wondered where that idea came from. Of course, everyone laughed. But I always felt it was true.

However, as the years have unfolded and the rough seas and wild sand storms have manifested in my life to provide challenging growth opportunities, my physical and emotional beings have grown weary.

My visionary self has remained true, but my earthbound aspects have often looked up and wondered if there were a way to beam up, even for just a while.

After all, the skeptic within says, does it make sense to keep getting up and dusting yourself off when you live in the middle of a sand storm?

Well, sure it is, of course it is, says the visionary. Besides, making sense is senseless in a dreamworld. Just be true and you’re sure to wake up happy.

So… Here I am…still here…with, perhaps, more than 60 years to go.

It feels like a good time for a mid-life reboot. So I’ve taken this week off work to do some detoxing, reorganizing, playing, writing and drawing.

At the moment I’m feeling a sense of deep peace.

Today, I spent the day with my 23-year-old son, Luke, and our dog, Zeus. It was a delightful day filled with beautiful views, inspired conversation…as well as traffic jams, getting lost…

We watched a movie together tonight. I was reminded of a song written by Paul Williams and Kenneth Ascher. It spoke to me of our collective dreams and visions.

In dedication to my son — both dreamer and sailor — I share the words here:

Rainbow Connection

Why are there so many songs about rainbows,
and what’s on the other side?
Rainbows are visions, but only illusions,
and rainbows have nothing to hide

So we’ve been told and some choose to believe it,
I know they’re wrong, wait and see
Someday we’ll find it, the rainbow connection
the lovers, the dreamers and me

Who said that every wish would be heard and answered
when wished on the morning star?
Somebody thought of that and someone believed it.
Look what it’s done so far

What’s so amazing that keeps us star gazing,
and what do you think we might see?
Someday, we’ll find it, the rainbow connection
the lovers, the dreamers and me
all of us under its’ spell, we know that it’s probably magic

Have you been half asleep,
and have you heard voices?
I’ve heard them calling my name.
Is this the sweet sound that calls the young sailors?

The voice might be one and the same
I’ve heard it too many times to ignore it,
it’s something that I’m s’posed to be
Someday we’ll find it the rainbow connection,
the lovers, the dreamers and me