When we are young, it’s the illusion of perfection

that we fall in love with. As we age, it’s the humanness

that we fall in love with- the poignant stories of

overcoming, the depthful vulnerability of aging, the

struggles that grew us in karmic stature, the way a

soul shaped itself to accommodate its circumstances.

With less energy to hold up our armor, we are revealed

and, in the revealing, we call out to each other’s

hearts….Where we once saw imperfect scars, we now see evidence of a life fully lived.

~Jeff Brown

how can I call myself home?

inquiry for today~ there is always another way to look back….

wisdom strikes

In old age we should wish still to have passions strong enough

to prevent us turning in on ourselves.

~Simone de Beauvoir