The Brew And The Berry

Life, and my place in it, is  apparently shifting at a more obvious rate lately.  With each dawn, I “wonder” at my  interesting mirror image. I am shocked, yet, unmoved. Being alive is very exciting.

There is comfort in age, in time, in wisdom. I have heard all of my life the saying “If I only knew then, what I know now” and, “Beauty is wasted upon the young” now, I “get” it, now I get it.

Nature is a pure genius. Everything works out as it should. Some things cannot be taught, some things must be learned. Some lessons must be carved upon ones very face and hands, the most obvious places.  I wish that there were short cuts. Ways to avoid the heart aches of youth and beauty.

No, the dew of womanhood remains on the pink bud, as it should.  

Time sweetens the brew and the berry. Let me drink, dance, and be merry.