The past year brought me wonder, amazement, it took my breath away in beautiful surrender, my head was brought to the floor, I questioned purpose and I created definite boundaries of discernment. This will be one of those years I remember as I sip tea on my porch, looking at my wrinkled hands remembering the woman I was before time took all the voluptuous parts of me.

Ageing is on my mind lately so of course, the great mother gently shows me that any resistance or efforts to hold onto what I deem an entitled luxury is only a momentary gift of a temporary incarnation.