Sixty not out

Today has been my sixtieth birthday, which I am fortunate enough to be able to celebrate with friends in a series of lunches and dinners which are amounting to an octave, or indeed rather more than that. I am extremely grateful for their friendship and generosity, and it is always good to meet up with them and share thoughts and ideas, and, happily, humour.

I am tempted to say that I do not feel sixty, but then, as I have never been sixty before, I obviously don't know what it is to be sixty...

It has been a day to give thanks to God for my parents and all that has contributed positively to making me what I am, and seeking guidance as to what else I am called to do. Certainly the last twenty years have brought possibilities and rewards, friendships and experiences way beyond anything I could have imagined when I was forty. I look forward to seeing what is in store.