Tag Archives: Age

LOVE YOUR HUMAN AND GOD-GIVEN BODY

Love every inch of your human and God-given body, In each way, and in each day it does change and grow. From each silken, silvering hair, even down to that one oddly puffed and side-bent toe, Though you may feel … Continue reading

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IN THIS AGE

In this age, where no one listens anymore to the birds up in the trees. . . where no one even lets the choir who sing hearts full into their song and patiently receive the preach, to humbly bend out … Continue reading

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BE WHATEVER AGE YOU ARE

Be whatever age you are. Each merits its own joy and pain; its crawls, its steps, its leaps its ease its strain. . . At each natural pinnacle and erected fortress turret, a different mode and mood you move to … Continue reading

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THE WISE, OLD INGENUE

We all can see the clear appeal of the tender ingenue. . . But as she develops, and evolves, according to her nature and the path in the Universe that, to her, most deeply calls, and true, she reduces time … Continue reading

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LOVING AND HONORING ALL OF US, ALL OUR DAYS

Holding with honor in my thoughts and love in my heart all those who achieve a ripe, old age, such as 91, a number that a couple of people in my life have now achieved. And also holding with honor … Continue reading

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BECOMING AN OLD WOMAN

Becoming an old woman: opening from a rich pink bud into a bright white bloom. . .

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WATCH THAT OVER-VIGILANCE. . .

Over-vigilance breeds Careless oversight that leads me to feel marooned. . . only to be saved by what I can innovate with my mind and body, even in their aging patina, honed quite bright.

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