Thanks everyone, for the birthday wishes. It made turning 40 (ouch) a
little easier. My niece gave me a framed poem that she had submitted as a
school project. (She's studying graphic design.) She used a lot of artsy
fonts that I can't duplicate here, but I'll try to give you the idea. It's
Joni's words (obviously) interspersed with a poem by T. S. Eliot:
people will tell you where they've gone
what we call a beginning
they'll tell you where to go
is often the end
and to make an end
but till you get there yourself
is to make a beginning
the end is where
you never really know
we start from
Kerry
