I fancy the way the harvest sun playsit's brilliant theme of golden haze
drawing my eye t'ward the glowing schemes
and mine of olden, olden dreams
Ebbing light of yesteryearhas washed away my elder fear
knowing now what lies in light
fearing not what's shining bright
a spiritual fog has held me strong
I fear not
what's set to come
peace of mine
Though I don't consider myself an elder yet
it's a'comin'...
I'm starting to see a certain elderly respect
from the younger generation, holding doors open,
running over to lift something or just offering help
AND
calling me Ma'am...
Now some are offended by that term, but to me it's a given of respect
and a bit of caring, besides, there are more pressing issues
to be 'put off' by,
like joint pain...now that pisses me off!
But...it is what it is, so relax and head down under to Australia
where Harriet awaits our shadows.
Sorry if I've missed commenting back to some of you,
but time has really left me without...
and as the days shorten here in the Northern hemisphere
time gets away...which in reality means...
I fell asleep in that big ol' comfy chair that sucks the life outta me after work!!!
But I think of you often old friends...
Namaste
