I place myself in quiet solitude in the morning and several times throughout the day, mostly seeking the Ancient of Days. In the quiet times of life, I experience sincere thoughts on life, my life, and the lives of loved ones. Experience is the right word; these times are often powerful, meaningful, and deeply experienced. This morning, in the quiet of dawn, I was given this title about my body’s suffering from becoming old. I have known and experienced all my body's exquisite feats of living, and now I am experiencing its suffering of living. The biggest surprise of my life, the painfulness of my exquisite palace as it gets old.
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| My daughter is in Italy and sends up pictures of Palaces around the lake where they are staying. |
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