Seventy times seven
After sitting on three panels about YA literature, which is a hot market right now that I unfortunately do not write for, I started thinking about how fifty is the new fifteen.
That led me to the series of sevens that make up the magical numbers of the weeks and the pasages in our lives. Each week aligns with a phase of the moon, 28 days in total, and a year and a day in the lunar year of 13 months. More on that through the week.
Every seven years, we are told, we have a totally new body, and the seven-year itch is a frequent destroyer of many kinds of relationships from marriages to hit TV shows.
A child changes at 7, at 14, and comes of age at 21. Then at 28, the new adult comes an adult with the Saturn return.
Other mile markers are 35, then 49, which marks the middle of middle age. Saturn again returns when one is 56, and begins the passage to the coming of old age, perhaps undeniable at 63, and more so at 70. Many folks these days even live to see a third Saturn return at 84, but not so many at 112.
Each seven-year brings a new body, a new perspective. It seemed like a good place to start for the seventh month of 2013.