Undulate-move with a smooth wavelike motion.
This is the way I feel in the winter. A slow-moving creature, existing, waiting for Spring weather to appear. I don’t believe it bothered me so much when I was younger. Raising a family seemed to speed by season to season.
Today, I live a much more quiet life. Although Thanksgiving and Christmas are highly loved and celebrated holidays; it runs through my mind often, I wish it was over. The body not only looks different when you reach the age of being called a Senior Citizen, the internal body changes also.
The heart beats a little slower. The need for more rest is very apparent. Our hair can become thinner as our skin does a little also. Noise is more bothersome. Quietness becomes a God send at times. We notice more sags and bags. The thoughts begin to form about what we can do to keep our youth a little longer.
The real thing that doesn’t change though; is our inner spirit. For me, my inner spirit doesn’t allow me to see the true changes when I look into my mirror. My thoughts remain often times on the idea that I can still jump on that chair and clean those cobwebs in the corners.
Yes, it is the spirit that keeps us young. No matter what someone sees, they can feel our spirit through our talk and actions. Hang onto it, cling closer, live deeper and live longer.
The spirit floats above us
And around us, through us
And in between us
Never letting us
Forget our inner child.
Yesterday I was sitting in a car waiting for the driver to return from paying for goods. I observed a lady in the next car over. I noticed her hands and determined her to be in her 80’s. She had a white, wool scarf on and pretty, brown hair. It took me back when I watched her take her scarf off and when she lifted her pale fingers up to her hair and give the bangs a tug, the whole head of hair moved. A wig, this lady was wearing a wig.
It then make me smile as I thought of her age and then looked at my age and went down to my kids ages. We all want to look nice. There’s a billion dollar market out there in beauty. I guess depending on the age, the desire to own this or that is still important.
I look at some products and wish, realizing that at my age now, perhaps I shouldn’t be buying that item. There are wild colors out in the stores to be bought to glamorize the eyes. In my days, it was blue eye shadow and very black Mascara. Today, there are purples and golds and more.
Times and fads come and go I guess, but the deep-rooted things in our hearts still remain. We want to look good, smell good, and all that plus.