Running through my mind on my 84th birthday yesterday were the lyrics to the old Frank Sinatra song, It Was A Very Good Year, in which he was recalling his life. It wasn’t the first few verses , which were mostly references to his romantic life, but it was the fourth verse that spoke to me.
“But now the days are short, I’m in the autumn of the year. Now I think of my life as vintage wine from fine old kegs, from the brim to the dregs, it poured sweet and clear. It was a very good year.”
Wine has absolutely no purpose but to give pleasure and comfort to life, and we seek it out in celebration and communion with one another. So such a reference to life speaks clearly to this octogenarian. With occupations and child rearing, and relationships, it was not hard to see relevance and purpose to life, but in these autumn days, that blurs in our minds.
Here’s what we do…… make our encounters with all we meet like handing them a vintage wine, smooth on their tongue and nectar to their soul. Make them feel better about themselves in having spent time with you. A very good year, indeed.
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