Moving Beauty

TODAY'S QUOTE:
"Some people, no matter how old they get, never lose their beauty. It merely moves from their faces to their hearts.".... Martin Buxbaum

Working with the elderly taught me that well, and what is in the heart shines out through the eyes. Youth and beauty stays clearly visible in people who do not let life make them bitter and old.
Nothing ages us faster than the negatives we absorb then radiate outward. Nothing drains us of beauty faster than losing hope. But rediscovering it can do more repair than plastic surgery. I know this for a fact because I looked much older at 40 than I do now at 52. The day of my rebirth was a time machine trip that is still taking place.
I wrote a poem about that day and what it has meant to me. I share it here in hopes that the ones reading who have had similar experiences will find something too relate to and the ones who have not will find some hope.

THE ART OF FLYING FREE

First birth gave me life, a gift of uncertain value, in which I had no real say.
I wasted some precious time myself then gave the rest away.
Barely breathing, half-way through to journeys most certain ending,
I wrestled it back and gifted myself with a new beginning.

Coming to my senses felt like waking from a tightly clinging nightmare,
Old tired habits protested against change with frightful screams of terror.
A small grain of self roared all opposition into sudden deafening silence,
And passion to do more than just exist forced a coward into instant compliance.

Every footstep ventured now, is dream driven and lovingly taken,
Toward a life that better fits my soul, than the one so long ago forsaken.
A narrow rut would not be near roomy enough to contain the visions I see,
And autopilot could not teach me anything useful about the art of flying free.

copyrite glenda mahan 2000

If you are not flying free yet, find your wings. If you are, soar as high as possible. And as always.... think about it.... let it grow.... then decide!!!!