Crisp Reflections of Life's Perfection

Good Day Middle Age Wanderer!

     Hope ALL is well in the deafening reflections of your lingering thoughts, and my voice is blessing your speckled moments with a ray of sunshine. The sanity of the present is joyous as I find a sacred place to bow my head and cradle my knees to my heart . I give ' Thanks' for the moments sunlight sneaks behind the daily veil of the menopause that bitterly followed the fruitful season of my youth.  Winter's frozen blanket hardened its brittle root  ... and now, my spirit veils under the refuge of ruffles, wishing the passing of the chill of winter.  I dream of spring softly welcoming the dawning of spirit pristine with glories of morning and await for  summer to miraculously renew its gracious tales laced with thread of wax .

Time can be a cruel dominatrix. Her laugh teasing as she cracks her ferocious whips against our severed spirits, relishing in the lingering pain her cord continually delivers. Our thoughts feed her mania, and as she draws her weapon, they alone have the supremacy to defy the internment our unintelligible vision sanctions her.

In my moments of sanity, I smile wondering how one  so lost could find  peace and happiness in such an endless sea of confusion. Hidden behind a polished mirror, spirit knows the key to happiness always reflects in the purity of vision and the voice of awakening. I humbly unpack my bags, get comfortable in the skin of aging, and visit the spirit smothering the globule of tears gracious for the fertilization.

Now,  while listening to Shaina Noll's " How Can Anyone Ever Tell You, You are Anything Less Than Beautiful", I sip a goblet of Merlot and light a scented candle and beneath the flickering of the golden glow, I submerge into a bath drawn of warmth, security, and love. My sanity in a world wounded by passages of the unseen, the unheard, the misunderstood and the uncertain but a gentle reminder I am alive to awaken a revolution of nativities birthed beyond the scope of my current lens. 

I am a little girl stepping out of cotton  panties, and into white flowing silk – melting into a nativity of enlightenment that I am fighting long and hard to earn. I am breathing therefore I am not invisible and through my obstacles I am discovering I am alive to guide the fruitless tapestries to passages crucial to the communion of ages.

Please, I beg of you young followers , do not wait fifty-eight years before looking deep inside the mirror. Eyes wide open face your reflection hidden there, for faith and belief  are indeed the best of companions, and our greatest possession - perhaps our only one.

Well, wintry time is calling my name! " Come learn", it echoes! “Olli, Olli in come free  - Catch me if you can!”

          Heart wide open, I journey onward into the sunlight of spring, reflecting not on crumbling trails, enchanted not by illusions forthcoming, or grieving ghosts of withering pasts, only rejoicing an unbearably rich profusion of the deep contentment of now while fanning my hot flashes and cursing my night sweats!




Loving Blessings to you dear, sweet reader! Write so that I may have the honor of your honesty! d.