Age is a marvel in many ways, as your body grows older your heart grows younger. When I was young my body was so fine that I blew past so much that would bring meaning to my heart. Now that my body can no longer fly my pace is sufficient to experience all the meaning that makes up “along the way.” All of life is a moment by moment proposition, each moment filled to the brim with meaning, beauty, purpose, offers to experience love, to share, to serve, to do good. We don’t have to go to be but actually are offered an ecstasy of being in every moment. It’s only when our muscles can only move at a beetles pace that we are slow enough to fully live all the life our bodies are passing through.
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| Sunset at Fair Haven |
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