“The fields are harvested and bare, and winter whistles through the square. October dresses in flame and gold, like a woman afraid of growing old.”
[Anne Mary Lawler]
“A burden of these years” Joan Chittister writes in The Gift of Years, “is the danger that we might internalize the negative stereotypes of the aging process. We might become what we fear, and so abdicate our new call in life. A blessing of these years is that we are the ones whose responsibility it is… to give age its own fullness in life.”
Each age has its time and beauty, a dance for every song in your heart.
Today I celebrate our lives, and ask for blessings upon our days.