Gratitude, Wisdom, and Love
I'd planned to be writing this morning. It was a drizzly morning today and I was slow moving and absorbed in my thoughts. But the dog hadn't been walked yet. That was more pressing than my need to write, thank goodness. I needed to go out and he gave me a reason. These photos are of wild flowers that are here today, but may be gone tomorrow, or in a week o r two. These days my thoughts turn frequently to the reality of aging, of not being guaranteed a life of health and strength and mental acuity. I'm changing. Denying it is useless, and yet, denial is a normal stage of recognizing an unwanted truth. So is anger, and grief, and acceptance. I hit all of those every day and sometimes all four within fifteen minutes. I'm lucky. Can I say that? Lucky to be confronted with changes from age? Not so much that, but lucky, never-the-less. Lucky to be surrounded by love. Lucky to have good support from so many places. Lucky to have family who recognize t...
