Bulbs beneath the ground
are breaking through Winter’s earth.
They rise quietly, cloisters of yellow flowers.
The crocus returns again to guide Spring.
Imagine yourself in a cartoon. Of course, it’s weird; but why not? Getting old doesn’t imply boring. Pandemic lockdown means practicing ballet in a cartoon… blame it on my age.
I understand the love between humans and dogs; after all, they are sweet, loyal, and often very good blankets, which leads me to why I will not get a dog. It is nothing to do with the species, but rather all to do with the weather. In the summer, when the grass is green, and it’s time to turn on the fan, a dog can run freely in the yard or be lead down the park path on a lead. However, knowing my perpetual desire to remain indoors during winter precludes any willingness to follow behind a frisky dog in the snow. As much as the furry friends are excellent companions, I am afraid I must not welcome even the most loving canine into my home. My selfish desire to remain warm, at all cost, is indeed guided by self-interest.
Who made up the rule that older women shouldn’t wear their hair long? #SeniorsRock
Humor can be something subtle or it can be found in a story that takes time to read. And then humor can take on different modes such as when we hear a joke, see a show, or find a situation that is ironic, not outwardly funny but rather it is understated. And then sometimes what we consider funny may not seem humorous to others.
But regardless of origin or style… humor is a human characteristic that can take us away from the most unpleasant day and send us happily into a different mood, even if it is for just a moment.
Today’s blog is my way of bringing perhaps a bit of humor to your day… by taking the liberty of sharing one of my pieces that I think is…well…kind of funny!
And though we find that we must keep up and maintain the haste of each day, our time is akin to a footprint on the ocean’s shore…so take the advice of Mother Earth and enjoy the caress of the water, and make as deep but kindly impression as you can within the sands of our time…
No filters, over 65…#SeniorsRock
El ballet también es bueno para las personas mayores!
A prize is an honor that from the earliest stage of our remembrance we have yearned to receive. Some prizes are earned after long and arduous work and commitment, and then some prizes are received after very little work or accomplishments. A prize can be given and accepted as a token, or it can live out well beyond the life of the receiver. Some prizes are cherished and others prizes such as laughter and happiness are seldom acknowledged as such and rather taken for granted.
We find prizes are consumed such as candy which pours out from the innards of a “pinata” after it receives quite a beating and then tumbles down like hail and gathered in a frenzied scurry; while other prizes are worn like jewelry around the neck such as a medal earned by an athlete. Some prizes are trophies to be displayed on the mantle…
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Some say that you can tell from a distance if it’s an old person by the way they walk. To those who prescribe to such myths I say rubbish. After all, age is just a number. Put to bed these notions with a daily dose of exercise. For me, I have found that to maintain poise, balance, and gait, ballet fits the bill…even for these old bones! Then again… who you calling old…#SeniorsRock #BalletNana