A Delicious Difficulty

I live a precarious balance between the living and the dying.  A lot of me that was once alive is now dead and much of me that was once dead is now alive.  A lot of my physical strength has died; varying degrees of my eyesight, hearing and smell have passed on.  My strong back, knees, shoulders, elbows, wrists and fingers all partially dead and gone.  A lot of me is gone!  But a lot of me is being reborn.  My gratefulness is being renewed daily, my awareness of beauty is so much more alive, as is my awareness of love, sincerity, gentleness and kindness.  My peace at being still and enjoying the simple acts of creativity is much more alive and my emotional response to many things is growing almost out of control.  My smiles toward others happen more often and my pace, although slowing is allowing me to experience many more worthy things that while young I would have passed by.  Life is at best a delicious difficulty; I think the key is to always taste the delicious.