Things That Are Lovely
You know that saying about life and hope?
Not to be trite, but. . . isn't that what it's all about? Plans and hope for the future?
I think if someone were to ask me what, as I read your candid, charming, intelligent e-mails, I take away from my encounters with you, I would have to say, it's your hope. You are lovely on the outside, but even more so beneath the surface. I have a friend who accuses me -- Americans in fact -- of gushing, implying perhaps that we would rather use a superlative when a perfectly good, simple, solid adjective would be more appropriate.
The 50s. . .
I promise you, I am not gushing. But I am filled with such respect that, as I said yesterday, words fail.
Once again, you've expanded the definition of what's possible, what women of a certain age can do if they put their minds and passions to the task. You tell me you teach, you paint, you teach painting, you play the fiddle (!) -- isn't that fantastic (?) -- you love your animals, you're working on finding out what went wrong so you you can fix it and move on. Yes, the wild, exciting, yet to be explored new worlds of evolution and reinvention. . . you are the pioneers.
Here is what one of you told me about her journey:
And how about mentioning women in midlife who have found their way into therapy and are re-shaping their own image of themselves, working hard to understand and shed the hold of a difficult past and to move into a space where they are living from their soul? I've been on that kind of a journey for 6 years now (started on my 49th birthday quite by "accident" but of course it wasn't an accident at all), and I'm not done yet. I'm determined to understand, to sort out the influences and patterns that have not served me well, to be comfortable in my own skin and to fall in love with myself. Life is too precious not to.
I'll leave you with her words, and as you can see some surprises.
50 & 50 Doubled. . .
|Judy's Auntie Grace on her 100th birthday. She is now 101.(How about those genes?)|
A demain, mes trés, trés, trés chers amis.
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