tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216111125120654631.post975801929835871021..comments2024-03-28T08:41:50.270-05:00Comments on A Word's Worth: A FEW THOUGHTS ABOUT AGINGDiane Marquart Moorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02155621601905578883noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216111125120654631.post-70964650969335852292012-02-07T16:34:19.658-06:002012-02-07T16:34:19.658-06:00[...] where a mute tree,
twisted by the wind,
grow...[...] where a mute tree,<br />twisted by the wind,<br />grows through the kitchen floor,<br />welcoming the light in a narrow space.”<br /><br />Diane- I think the poem is hopeful in a stark but beautiful way. I turned 50 last year, and I don't know where that falls in the middles, but I've lost loved ones, both young and old, and I often have a sense of anxiety about mortality. <br /><br />I said goodbye to a dear friend of mine this morning. She's in her early 60s but is very sick and probably does not have much time left. She's moving south to live with her sister, for probably the last of her days. But she is preparing herself for the inevitable (as it shall come for us all). I wonder whether it's better to know how much time is left, to prepare. I too, accelerate my good habits these days. It's good to love and take care oneself, but no matter what we do, it's all up to God, isn't it? No matter, we do what needs to be done.<br /><br />Oh dear, looks like my morning visit w/my friend accelerated <em>my</em> negative affect! Thinking of you on your pink bike, though, makes me smile. :)Jaynehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06694559900539722616noreply@blogger.com