perspectives

Last week I turned 60. It seems like a threshold, somehow. No longer middle-aged. No longer in late middle-age. Early old age? The golden years? I prefer to think of the years as quicksilver, because that’s how quickly they’ve passed. I looked away and they were gone. Or not gone but stored, accumulated.

My friend Liz, whom I’ve known almost as long as I’ve known John — she was a long-time colleague of his at Capilano College and a dear friend too; we were introduced a few months after I met John and that was in 1979… — gave me a fossil for my birthday. In June we’d been on a little road trip together, the three of us, and we stopped at Whipsaw Creek near Princeton where Liz had once had a cabin. She remembered gathering fossils there with her daughters (now mothers) and so we hoped to find a few. And yes, we did. I wrote about that here:

https://theresakishkan.com/2014/06/06/they-leave-impressions-on-the-landscape/

On that trip, I said I’d always hoped to find a fish fossil. We talked about the Eosalmo driftwoodensis, the genus of extinct salmon from the Eocene period, found at various sites in B.C., including Princeton. And bless her, she remembered my wish and she gave me this:

P1110154It’s not Eosalmo driftwoodensis but a little Knightia, or fossil herring, from Fossil Lake in the Green River Formation; the Formation itself is in Wyoming, Colorado, and Utah and Fossil Lake is in southwest Wyoming. Years ago our family travelled to the part of the world and it’s very beautiful. We visited museums where we saw fossil turtles, fish, plants that looked remarkably like their contemporary counterparts, with incredible detail due in part to the fine-grained nature of the limestone matrix they’re found within. And that year my children were young — 4, 6, and 8. I couldn’t have imagined the adults they’d become, the future lives they’d enter, crossing the threshold from childhood to adulthood with grace. I couldn’t have imagined that one day I’d be turning 60, with a precious granddaughter who will be 6 months old in 4 days. And her father will be 32 in a few weeks.

To everything there is a season, we’re told in Ecclesiastes (3:1). Where is the point from which we measure time? The formation of this tiny fish, 40-50 million years ago, or the fragment of leaf I found at Whipsaw Creek, from 33-56 million years ago, or my birth, or my children’s births, moments when I truly felt something new and unknown was beginning:

And therefore as a stranger give it welcome.
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

                                                      — from Hamlet, Act 1

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~ by theresakishkan on January 13, 2015.

4 Responses to “perspectives”

  1. I know middle age technically begins at 35, but I do not see 60 as ‘old’; I still consider this very much middle aged. It’s funny about age now, but 80 is my standard for ‘old’ and, even then, it seems rather random, as I think it depends on how much someone is engaged with life, how curious they remain. But, like you, I am aware of the flying time and the trade-offs that come with every decision we make. And the randomness of it all, in spite of our great attempts to steer things. xo

    • It’s all relative, for sure, Andrea. But “flying time” — what a good way to describe it. And all that’s undone, unfinished, and the knowledge that I’m way more than half way through my years — yikes, time to get serious. (Seriously.)

  2. Happiest of birthdays, Theresa. It just keeps getting better. Take it from Glamma.

    • And the thing about fossils, Beth, is that they keep the age thing in perspective. On my desk, a perfectly preserved fish, 50 million years old (give or take a few million years).

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