“Happiness cannot be traveled to, owned, earned, worn or consumed. Happiness is the spiritual experience of living every minute with love, grace, and gratitude.”
Top photo is Cathy’s, bottom is mine.
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I am 45.
Some days, I’m proud of that
on account of how young I really am.
Other days?
I’m sure I’m knocking on death’s door.
I could be either of these images:
worn and weathered, surface peeling,
edges tattered,
color faded.
Or, like the wagon,
upside down with my wheels in the air
spinning uselessly,
left behind,
emptied.
I try to remember
Worn things have character,
Layers of history,
a richness given through experience,
a story to tell.
I try to remember Wabi-sabi,
and embrace all that is not yet
and all that has been.
I try to see the beauty
of the patina
that layers on me every passing day.
Still,
some days,
I’m just so worn.
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