I would not exchange my years for youth.
I carry troubles as tools, know struggles as my refining.
I draw Water from the Rock and carry Love in my pocket!
Traveling Through
I would not exchange my years for youth.
I carry troubles as tools, know struggles as my refining.
I draw Water from the Rock and carry Love in my pocket!
Such powerful truths in a few words, Deb. Thank you! Love and hugs!
Deb, I have run out of words to express how much I love your writing. This is so wonderful. You express how I feel about this season in my life perfectly. My only wish is that I had a few less physical signs of age. 😉 Otherwise, there is nothing appealing to me about being young … I’m content where I am. 🙂 But of course, you’ve expressed that by far more eloquently than I ever could! Love you, dear friend! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3
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For the water,
the direction remains the same,
rhumb to sea,
while your dust dissolves.
Different from the storms with rain,
lightning, and thunder, which animates him;
his internal storms,
although still anguish him,
no longer more paralyze him.
And that console him.
Wow Carlos, so beautiful. He never changes, we are ever changing and ever loved.
this is me 🙂