The mystical age is upon me…and if I Iive to see eighty, I am about half way through…this is 40! My 39th revolution turned out to be steeped in sorrow; filled with heartbreak, losses and heartache. Don’t get me wrong, this is not a complaint, just facts. And with a pandemic to boot, the darkness was shroud in isolation in many ways for the world at large. There were beautiful parts too, of course. Even in sorrow, there are times of great joy. 39 brought with it a lot of truth