Visited with my wonderful Aunt Ruth yesterday.....which prompted me to republish this post.  For those of us who are in the Autumn or Winter of our lives....introspection seems to always rear its head.  Here is mine.   When we travel this beautiful country....we meet many people our age, and much older; reflecting on these memories prompted me to write this.           When did this happen...this growing old?      Seventy fast approaches, young sprites please take heed   My young woman inside is still jaunty.....behind eyes that sparkle when she looks in the mirror      When did this happen...this growing old?      I view the world with a twenty year old heart   Hope and passion still afresh   Yet cataracts are growing now..dimming glorious sunsets and sparkling lights           When did this happen...this growing old?      My youthful body has departed now    Replaced by one I seldom recognize   Yet spunk and vigor still reside here      When did this happen...this grow...
"The soul is the truth of who we are." Marianne Williamson