Sipping coffee. Feeling peaceful. Grateful for the changes that come with age. No longer clamoring for money and thinness and beauty.
Now putting that energy into clamoring for continued joy and laughter and memories worth keeping. Settling in to having reached an age where I can be comfortable in my skin. Comfortable with having enough. Understanding where true priorities lie–in bringing real value to my world, which for me is in bringing art and joy and some other things . . . In my spirituality. In my family and friends.
Understanding that I don’t have to speak all the time. Sometimes the wisdoms I have collected will fall on deaf ears, and that’s okay. I can save my treasures for those who seem ready. I can keep my lips closed and watch and know that everyone has their own journey and they will learn the truths in time too.
Watching friend after friend pass away and truly understanding genuine appreciation for each day. Feeling gratitude for what I have, and for being healthy. For being joyful in a world where there are so few who are.
I glance out the window and see the robins hopping all over on my lawn bringing with them the promise of Spring and new beginnings, and I wonder what memories and what new teachings this next decade will bring.