Sometimes I watch myself as these contemplations of aging ,
surprises , and disappointments - mixed well with lovely stuffs, come up .
I sometimes think. 'Gwen, honey; you're not 80 and falling downhill . What's up ?"
And then I realize maybe it's just a
process of doing that incremental adapting to the losses ...
Of so many small and large parts of life .
Living with uncertainty as to how differing parts will play out.
Then , it makes sense to me all over again .
The way each of us chooses to write and dream and create around whatever we find ourselves living .
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