Gray hair silver now
Wrinkles sketch abundant years
Golden-aging’s gifts
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Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
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A beautiful description of the gifts of age Ina!
I can relate to this. In my case, it is not only turning grey – my hair has thinned 🙂
These truly are lovely gifts
Thanks, Lynn. ❤
I guess aging is not “one size fits all”. That is part of its charm.
Thanks, Andrea.
Good one. 🙂
Thanks, Jano.
Yes, as we think of them as gifts instead of something ugly…then we win every time and grow old gracefully.
I love your comment! Thanks.
Here’s to more gifts and blessings–that show we are alive
Yes, blessings for us all. Thanks. ❤
Yes indeed. Well said. All my best to you.
Thanks, JoHanna.