Sometimes I think of growing old.  Usually, it is when my body is having a ‘moment’ of falling apart.  Otherwise, I really never think of my age (74)

I genuinely wake up each day filled with enthusiasm for the day and for the abundant chores, which are always part of each and every moment

Being older now, has a new kind of silence in it—the noisy chatter of the 20s is gone,

The intense drive of the thirties only an echo

The struggles of the 40s and 50s are lulled into peace and quiet

The effort to find balance in the 60s is over.

Now, the seventies are comfortable, and the easy feel of familiar places within oneself has manifested —  it is a rarer type of silence

True peace about who oneself is and where one has been, and a unique sense of adventure looming—

From my heart to your world,

Linda