Poof, Where Did it Go?


Pilgrim on a Long, Long Journey

Poof! Where is the melanin going? I think it migrated down to my eyes, that, are darkening.

I am breathing and I have a pulse. As an added bonus, I don’t feel like I have been hit by a Buick this morning.

On the other hand, I have no burning desire for an all-electric, Ford 150 truck that can power my house in the event the grid goes down.

So much for staying young. Didn’t Peter Pan make that mistake?

View original post

Those Rhythms

“If life is not always poetical, it is at least metrical.” Alice Meynell, an English, 19th and 20th-century writer. 

Oh, the rhythms of life. Gershwin takes a cross-country train and hears in the rhythm of the wheels and the exterior a Rhapsody in Blue. The humorist, Mark Twain, timed a phrase well describing one composer’s works. “Wagner’s music is much better than it sounds.” 

We are different people in different phases of our lives. I don’t know why we live in different rhythms in those phases. The late Gail Sheehy expounded on those life phases and advised, after 100’s of interviews, that older is better. 

I think dotage’s rhythms have their up and downs, but they don’t seem as drastic as in earlier phases of life. The finale is a bit strong, they tell me.