today finds me beginning my 61st year.
my inner child looks out the portals of this faithful old body…
filled with the battle scars of life (physical and mental) and
tries to reconcile the inside with the out. how is it that we
have a Peter Pan spirit while our physical body breaks
down with the living of life.
i spent the day quietly…listening to soft voices whispering the
stories of my past ….sensing somehow that the best
is yet to come with the turning of this new blank page…my pencil
is sharpened…poised to scratch out the rest of the story.
in the end…we'll all become stories…..
