Imperfect I was corresponding with a friend of mine and she shared that certain momentous events had her spinning. That resonated with me. I don’t know when in the last 30 years I ceased to enjoy that sensation -- but spinning and reeling are no longer on my list of Top-10 Beloved Sensations. Dusty and I are standing in the center of a circle spinning alternatively in both directions and I am trying in the midst of this unfocused, unsettling time to find my center. I vacillate as I shift my weight against the whirling events of the day -- one moment relying on the excitement of a departure from the familiar; the next hunkering down at home. What an amazing privilege to get to redefine one’s center of gravity -- perhaps away from the care of now-grown children and more toward one’s own growth and care -- but it leaves me a little breathless and nauseated, too. The older folk in my universe are doing fine, but they are – conversely – pretty much at a standstill. They are trying