beauty of age


This is the last paragraph of “Weathered,” an essay on my first blog.

Weathered.  The beauty of age, the beauty that is given through simply living, and trying to do our best, one day at a time.  My mother also taught me to let some days go, honoring the Mystery of Rest.  One day when I was with her, and sharing about something, she kindly said, “Just watch the movie.”


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