“To know how to grow old is the master-work of wisdom, and one of the most difficult chapters in the great art of living.”
Swiss philosopher, poet, and critic Henri-Frédéric Amiel in 1874.
Boomer Women, We…
fan the flames of our inventive genius and rummage in optimism’s closet.
build safe harbors and surround ourselves with the ones we love,
unafraid to let our tears run freely as salt.
live life with la passione, grapple with compelling issues,
risk failure, and mesh courage with humor.
shop for the first car we ever owned and buy it,
then go night driving.
be shamelessly seduced by something indulgent
and write our own happy- ever- after ending.
let good sense collide with a good heart
and give while the hand is warm.
walk the journey of earthly miles; understand that the journey will end,
and treasure bits of memory like old toys worn smooth.
grasp life swift and sure
and savor what our senses offer.
love a dog, read to a kid, chase fat brown hens through dusty blue grass,
eat the last piece of pie, tango, knit one, purl one, laugh one.
get the moon up, turn the stars on
and listen to Coltrane while life hurtles by,