by Kristina Minister
Age 80. Portland, ME
My mother died when I, an only child, was 21. I don’t remember living with my father. So my purpose in life was to mother and father myself while seeking out sisters and brothers and collecting two children along the way.
With that adopted family to sustain me, gradually my purpose has grown into inviting others to join in a vibrant, be-loving domain. I write “be-loving” in contrasted with “believing” because the act of engaging in the wonder of existence is enough, an end in itself.
I am getting better at it.