Something to think about.

A friend on another blog site asked the question: What kind of old person do you want to be?


Having just come from visiting Beloved's Grandmother, who in her 90s climbed a tree at the reunion this summer, and smoked a joint - but is slowing down in ways that are "concerning."

I'm getting up there in years, and I find myself looking at random old people and thinking, assessing, "planning", evaluating... -

I want to be a crazy old lady who laughs alot.

I want to be the white-haired crone who blesses hand-fastings

I want to be the wise woman who heals

I want to be the grandmother who bakes cookies, climbs trees, and wanders the woods with her grandkids

I want to be the elegant senior who treks around the world sipping coffee and wine in cafes and bistros everywhere.

I want to be the kind of old person who fondly remember the adventures of the past and the way things were, but doesn’t live there anymore becuase she’s too busy embracing the adventures of today.

what kind of old person do you want to be?