Some pictures from the Exeter reunion that I found on the school website. Nice memories of visiting with Gloria, Schuyler, and many others. As I was reading the alumni bulletin today the black-and-whiteness of life really struck me. The back pages list deaths, marriages, births. There in simple black type on white pages you seem names and birth or death dates – the moments that a life spins on. And then I moved on to thinking about how the actual moments where a life’s path is determined are generally NOT those big ticket items (birth, marriage, death). How beneath that very black-and-white simplicity there is a swirling of ocean of gray where life actually takes place. The murky moments that you would never expect to have such an impact. The surprises that come out of nowhere and redirect your entire course. The moments – most of which seem small as you are living them – which form the fulcrum on which a life rotates.

Still quite pensive tonight as you can see. I’m glad that Carly is coming over for wine tonight, and am hoping that her sense of humor and good company can shake me out of this melodrama.