BEAUTY

 

I am grateful for understanding 

one of the keys to happiness…

amid life’s harmony and the strife…

is being able to find the beauty

in every stage of life.

FORGET ABOUT AGE

 

The trick to growing older…

as each year we turn another page…

is when we rise each morning

to forget about our age.

AGING IN WINTER

 

I grew up in Ohio but have spent most of my life in Florida 

where I am now 73 years old…

and having just spent the winter in North Carolina I have a theory:

We age differently in the cold.

When it comes to winter in the mountains I can put all vestiges of age on hold

because here my 73 years of age…is concealed by the cold.

 

Take the fact that as I’ve aged my ears have continue growing…

and I have much less hair than I did the day I wed…

but in the winter in the mountains…all those flaws are covered

by the stocking caps or hoods upon my head.

After 73 years…my face…by wrinkles have been attacked

but in the winter in the mountains…they disappear…

the snow fills in the cracks.

At 73 when I get up or move my bones might pop or creak…with every step I take.

but in the winter in the mountains the crunch of the snow beneath my feet

muffles any noises my bones will tend to make.

At 73 I have a tendency to trip…I’m no longer that young, spry, agile sprinter… 

but slipping and sliding on the snow…why that’s just part of winter.

In conclusion…this is not scientific…just an observation from a 73 year old

This is the main reason I believe we age differently in the cold:

In winter…in the snow and cold… I feel less like an old geezer

and more like a sirloin steak that’s been stored inside the freezer…

The cold temperatures help to stop the aging process..

and when I’m thawed out as the warmth of spring returns…

the only sign I’ve aged at all…is a little freezer burn…

If my theory is correct…as each year I grow older and turn another page

a little winter freezer burn is a small price to pay 

to knock a few months off my age.

DAILY GRATITUDE LOVE

 

Knowing we can never please every person in the world…

I’m grateful for the wisdom in this African proverb

those mornings I gaze up at Jupiter and Mars…

If the full moon loves you…

why worry about the stars.

TRUTH

 

At this critical juncture in our history

when flooded by so much misinformation and 

slanted news…

It’s time to revisit an African proverb…

Please think about these words as you peruse….

Love truth…even if it hurts you,

Hate lies…eve in they help you.

LOVE TRAIN

 

History is rampant with different trains of hate…

like the latest train claiming to make America great.

But history also shows us that every train of hate… 

though powerful at first…quickly loses steam…and every time we find…

Death, destruction, heartache and sadness is what they leave behind.

Trains of hate have come and gone…but if you look closely you will see

there is only one train of love…and she’s been running throughout our history.

In the midst of this latest train of hate…when we’re wondering how to cope…

as saddened as we are…there are many reasons for hope…

Because In the midst of this animosity…the one thing we have gained…

are all the people…previously silent…who have boarded the Love Train.

And as more and more people become disgusted…tire of this hate

and yearn for a world with peace and love restored…

those of us already on the train are welcoming them aboard.

While the train of hate has room for only a select few…and many are being shown the door 

on the love train…everyone is welcome and there is always room for more.

The good news is there is still time for peace and love to reign…

There is still time for everyone to climb aboard our Train…

For those of you still riding the train of hate…

who have forgotten what’s it’s like to be kind…

You better hurry because the train is about to leave the station

and you don’t want to be left behind.

If history is any indication…the train of hate you’re riding is not as powerful as it seems

and the love train will still be accepting passengers 

when your train runs out of steam.

ECHOES OF LOVE

 

I am grateful for the way love echoes…

How when I’ve given love wholeheartedly…

so often that love I give…is echoed back to me.

It matters not the language

as long as I love you is attached to my name

I will understand the meaning…

and the feeling is the same.