waves quietly roll to shore
the minutes and days go by
the years add up yet sometimes
fall away . . . it is strange
living these years in my late 50s…
to sometimes feel younger
than when young

(but not all day!)

This reflection today is inspired by Kathleen’s poem, “Self Portrait at Fifty Seven,” which I read at her site late (for me) yesterday.  Many of you already know Kathleen.  Also please see her “The Seasons Bookshop” for information about her beautiful poetry book, which I own and reread.  http://www.thecourseofourseasons.com

Thank you for visiting.  The readers of this blog are many ages and you have become constants in my life.  I can’t always write comments, but I visit many blogs too.  Always happy to say hello and view all the excellent work posted every day.  Sometimes I link from here, sometimes from the Reader, and sometimes from my WordPress emails.

I am happy and at peace, and some health challenges, now past, were my very best teachers–and I had and have many good teachers.

The landscape image is from http://www.reusableart.com.