In mirrors passed she watches a stranger
Eyes deep and known like a twin flame flickering,
Hands move slowly to feel the silk
Of each curve and fold
As for the first time
Seeing the changes of life.
Who is this soul that observes
With new eyes and understanding these things that always pass,
Like youth moving into the new age
With closed eyes not wanted to acknowledge
Truth that it all becomes different,
That in understanding there lies a certain beauty
In the serenity and acceptance
Of a life moving in waves and colors.
Quiet appreciation for the vessel that holds
The essence of each mile marker portrayed
In wrinkles and scars the mirror never lies
To the truth of individuality and the gift of each piece
Living in this moment,
Reflections of life
Through caterpillar to butterfly,
To the morphing of what must be
We rise and fly
Content in the form of now.
Thoughts on the changes we travel through on our way to aging gracefully. I often look at my body and wonder, “who is this person” and of course the answer always changes, as we always change. Sometimes too fast for comfort. I look forward to being that butterfly flitting about upon colorful blooms, riding on the wind without a care. Sometimes reminding ourselves that we are indeed unique and magnificent is just the right medicine.