Grounded

Noise???  What noise???   Oh, my singing. . . dulcet tones spent in the wind.   Wishful thinking of an operatic voice;   a croak would be more like it.   Humming is good.  When your world is topsy turvy, hum. . . it is amazing how quickly you change your tune.

A favorite flower, simple, graceful, with I love you petals.

There is something about old barns that create a love of home.  It must be the wood they are made from.   

There was a country road in Carson City, Nevada that I used to love to ride to.  The old barn was a study in history that must have dated back a hundred years.  The wood was a myriad of colors, a history of years of weather in the valley  and the huge tree in front of it seem to want to protect it from the elements.    Parts leaned , bent with age, but still standing in spite of age and weather.  

So today, think about old barns and the strength and complexity of their existence.  Think of them as a life's lesson on ageing.    It is really okay to get older and allow the inner beauty to come through.   You have spent a lifetime cultivating your character and you have honed it to perfection.   Be proud of all you have accomplished in your life time.    Do not hesitate to share you, warts and all, with those you love and like.

Be good, be kind, be gentle  . . .   Be an old barn today and show off all the beauty spots of ageing.    Stand tall with the silver beginning to show in your hair and let it take on its own special glow.   Do not mask the wrinkles for they are marks of accomplishments.   Remember you are the most beautiful person alive to someone.

And HUM a lot            ......       Hugs to all.